The trio looked up in horror at the unexpected guest.
"I'll just take that back and nobody will get hurt..." The intruder warned.
Suddenly the mysterious doll's eyes opened.
"Booting up." She said as if she were a computer.
"One percent," she began counting.
"Eyes on me!" The intruder cried, lunging towards the trio.
"Five percent," it continued.
"Just who are you anyway?!" Chris cried, jumping back.
"Doesn't matter who I am, all that matters is that thing belongs to me!"
"That thing?!" Ema cried.
"She's not a thing, her name is Mindy!" Ema growled.
"Way to earnest!" Chris shrieked.
"And just who said you're the one to name her?!" He barked.
"My doll, my choice of name!" He growled.
"You're both wrong!" The intruder cried, swinging at the pair.
"Seventeen percent," she continued.
"Hobbes!" Chris shouted.
"Take her and run!" He demanded.
"W-what?!" The intruder growled, swiftly kicking Chris in the abdomen.
Chris let out a gasp as he fell to the floor.
"CHRIS!" Ema shrieked, quickly running over to him.
"Listen old man..." The intruder whispered.
"I like to do my part in respecting the elderly..." The intruder continued.
"So just hand her over to me and no one gets hurt." The intruder warned.
"My dear..." Hobbes began, closing his eyes.
"Never underestimate an old dog," He slowly opened his eyes.
"Because he can still learn new tricks!" Hobbes cried, striking the intruder in the abdomen with his foot.
Just then the elevator came down, Hobbes, along with the doll got in as the door closed.
"H-Hobbes..." Ema whispered in astonishment.
"That old man..." Chris mumbled.
The pair then walked over to the intruder who was hunched over in pain.
"When your stomach feels better would you care to explain?" Chris asked.
"J-just who are you monsters..."
Ema grinned.
"Glad you asked," Chris smirked.
"Here's my card," he grinned, tossing his business card onto the intruder's lap.
"Ema," he began once more.
"Where are your manners?!" He scolded.
Ema quickly turned to him.
"At Chris Co., we take great pride in taking care of our guests," he continued.
"What?!" Ema huffed.
"Go on, offer our guest some tea." He said, turning to the intruder with a smile.
"Y-yes, sir...!" Ema cried, running towards the kitchen.
"Now then," Chris began, extending his hand out.
"Care to properly explain yourself, miss intruder...?"