I Bought The Pizzeria

"Why would you buy something like that?" Sneered my mother, disgusted. Her blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, blue eyes staring at me as if I were a monster.
"I think it's a good idea," began my father, green eyes bright, "practice for better jobs." I nodded.
"Plus, the old animatronics? Gone!" I said, snapping my fingers for effect.
"Whatever," huffed my mother, storming away. That caused a smile to creep onto my face.
"It's 10,000," I told my father, who stood agape.
"For the whole Pizzeria?" he asked, surprised. I nod, still smiling.
"I'll make the phone call right away!" I cried, and he nodded in approval, arms crossed.
~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~
Freddy, the old owner, and his friends busted the door down.
"Damn..." I hissed out, looking at the moss and ivy filled restaurant
"You're gonna have to get some professional cleaners," Freddy noted.
"I'll call them right now," I said, humming.
"Hello? Yeah. Mhm. I would like to hire... 5 professional cleaners? 300? Thats it? Oh." I paused. "Okay. Sweet."
"When will they get here?"
"1 hour. We may as well start now," I hummed, and began to tear at the ivy. The men joined me, and by the time the cleaners got here, the stage was pretty much.. Clean.
"Nice job," one of the cleaners said. I nodded my thanks and turned to Chica.
"Hey Chica baby! Long time no see honey. Sing us a song, will ya?" I cried, turning on Chica.
"Hey Kids!"