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In the game, the player takes control of a young girl named Alice, who is locked inside "The Gardenview", a large entertainment complex that the player is free to explore. While locked inside, the player must survive from midnight to 6:00 a.m. while fending off several animatronic mascots and robots that attempt to kill them. The complex and animatronics are modeled after a 1980 cartoon art style. Alice will also encounter other types of enemies, such as the night guard Johnny. Unlike previous iterations where Toons are the prominent antagonist, in rainbow flower world, the toons helps the player evade the other animatronics and features a stomach compartment that the player is able to hide in. However, as a result of malfunctions, the toons can run out of power and must be recharged, forcing the players to fend for themselves. A variety of different tools are available to the player besides Toons, such as a network of security cameras accessible via the players' watch, weapons such

In the hidden depths of a subterranean lair, buried beneath layers of stone and guarded by an army of loyal, ruthless followers, the immortal Vandal Savage sat on his obsidian throne. His eyes glinted with a predatory gleam as he stared at his prize: Diana, Princess of Themyscira, better known to the world as Wonder Woman. Bound by unbreakable chains, she stood tall and proud, her defiant eyes glaring at Savage with disdain. Her golden lasso of truth, now powerless against the ancient dark magic encircling the room, hung loosely from her hip, a symbol of her current imprisonment. Vandal Savage rose from his throne, his ageless features etched with a smirk that spoke of countless conquests and victories. He approached Wonder Woman, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous chamber. The chains clinked as she moved slightly, adjusting her stance, her muscles taut under her Amazonian armor. "You are a vision of power, Diana," Savage began, his voice smooth and dripping with arrogance. "A goddess among mortals, yet even you could not escape my grasp. Imagine what we could achieve together. You, my queen, at my side, ruling this world as it was meant to be ruled—through strength and fear." Wonder Woman’s blue eyes blazed with fury. "I would rather die than be your queen, Savage," she spat, her voice unyielding. "Your empire is built on cruelty and tyranny, and I will never be a part of it." Savage chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that bounced off the stone walls. "Death? No, Diana, I have something far more... transformative in mind for you." With a snap of his fingers, a set of heavy iron doors swung open. Two of Savage's henchmen, dressed in dark uniforms, pushed a vintage barber chair into the room. It was a relic from another era, ornate and imposing, made of dark mahogany and fitted with luxurious red leather. The chair's armrests were carved with intricate designs, and its base was a solid iron frame that hinted at its weight and strength. Draped over one armrest was a barber cape emblazoned with Wonder Woman's logo, mocking in its presence. Wonder Woman's eyes flickered to the chair, then back to Savage, understanding dawning in her mind. Savage gestured toward the chair, his smirk growing wider. "You see, Diana," Savage said, walking around the chair, running his fingers along the polished wood, "you are too powerful as you are. But every queen needs a proper introduction, a transformation to mark her ascension. And you, my dear, will start with a fresh new look, befitting the queen of a new era." He snapped his fingers again, and the henchmen moved forward, unlocking the chains binding Wonder Woman's wrists. Despite the restraints, she fought, landing a powerful kick to one guard's chest, sending him sprawling. But before she could do more, Savage raised a hand, and a shock of pain coursed through her body, stemming from the collar around her neck—a relic of ancient Atlantean design, capable of subduing even a demigoddess. Diana gritted her teeth, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry out. The guards, recovering, forced her into the chair, strapping her arms and legs down tightly. Savage moved closer, taking the barber cape and draping it over her, securing it around her neck. The Wonder Woman logo seemed to mock her, its bright colors contrasting sharply with the dark surroundings. Savage stepped back, admiring his work. He nodded to one of his followers, who wheeled over a tray laden with a variety of barber tools. There were sharp scissors, electric clippers, a shaving brush, a bowl of foaming shaving cream, and a series of straight razors, each engraved with the Wonder Woman logo. The sight of the tools, each meticulously placed, sent a shiver down Diana's spine. Savage picked up a pair of scissors, testing their sharpness with a casual snip in the air. He looked at Diana, his eyes meeting hers in a gaze that was both challenging and amused. "You could make this easier on yourself, Diana," Savage said softly. "Submit to me willingly, and you can keep some semblance of your dignity. Resist, and I will strip everything from you, starting with that glorious mane of yours." Wonder Woman’s head remained high, her voice steady. "Do your worst, Savage. You can take my hair, but you will never take my spirit." Savage shrugged, unbothered by her defiance. "So be it." He moved behind her, gathering her long, dark hair in his hands. He could feel the strength in those silken strands, the power they symbolized. He raised the scissors, positioning them at the base of her neck, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he closed the blades. The sound of the scissors slicing through her hair was loud in the chamber, a sharp, metallic crunch that resonated with finality. Long locks fell to the floor, pooling around the chair's base. Savage continued cutting, working methodically, shortening her hair until only a rough, uneven bob remained. Diana stared straight ahead, her jaw clenched, refusing to let tears fall. Each snip felt like a tiny victory for Savage, but she would not break. Satisfied with the rough cut, Savage set the scissors down and picked up the electric clippers. He flicked them on, the hum filling the room, vibrating through the air. Without hesitation, he ran the clippers along Diana's scalp, starting at the nape of her neck and moving upwards. Hair fell in thick clumps, tumbling over her shoulders, leaving a pale trail of bare skin in its wake. The process was slow, deliberate. Savage made sure every pass of the clippers was thorough, savoring each moment. When he finished, Diana's head was covered in a fine stubble, a stark contrast to her once flowing locks. But he wasn't done. Savage set the clippers aside and picked up the bowl of shaving cream, dipping the brush into the frothy white foam. He applied it to Diana's scalp, the cream cool against her skin, his movements almost gentle. Finally, he picked up one of the straight razors, the blade glinting under the dim light. "Last chance, Diana," he said quietly. "Kneel, and I might yet show mercy." Diana's eyes burned into his. "Never." With a resigned sigh, Savage began to shave her head. The razor glided over her scalp, removing the last remnants of hair. Each stroke left her skin smooth and bare, the transformation complete. As the last bit of stubble fell away, Diana closed her eyes, focusing on the strength within her, the spirit that could not be broken. When Savage finished, he stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Wonder Woman, stripped of her hair, sat in the chair, still bound, but unbroken. Her bald head glistened under the lights, a symbol of her defiance. Savage could change her appearance, but he could not change who she was. "You look magnificent," Savage said, his voice a mixture of pride and satisfaction. "The world will tremble before you as my queen." Diana's eyes opened, blazing with the fire of a thousand suns. "I will never be your queen, Savage. I am Wonder Woman, and I will see you fall." Savage's smile faltered for a brief moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Time will tell, Diana. Time will tell." As he turned and left the chamber, Diana remained in the chair with shaved head, full of humiliation from Savage.

We've got to sneak inside somehow. Uh, the boss said to steal this equipment. We've got to pick the lock. Here. Allow me. The boss said to steal all the money in the vault. How are we supposed to open it? That's the boss' problem. The boss said to steal some cars. April: Police are baffled by the crimes, each of which required superhuman strength to commit. Michelangelo: Whoa, dudes, it would be, like, totally awesome to be that strong. Leonardo: We've got our brains and our ninja skills. Donatello: But a little extra muscle wouldn't hurt. Leonardo:We can outsmart all that muscle. Are you willing to try? Michelangelo: That does it. We're taking it to the streets. Donatello: Yeah. Raphael: All right! April: A wide variety of crimes have been committed by these brawny burglars, and one thing is certain: nothing is safe from these super-strong criminals. Casey Jones: Brawny burglars, huh? Casey Jones will show 'em. Even the strongest man alive must obey the law. Michelangelo: Uh, exactly