The boy gasped as Mangle jumped at the guard. Goldie pulled off his hat, handing it to the boy. "Tell my story." he walked over to Mangle, his cane clicking on the floor. 

The boy put on the hat, starting to grab drawings off of the wall. He could help. Plus, he was bad at telling stories. His stories were boring.

(Robot with immobile legs/immobile everything that's basically breaking everything by moving? Swag cane. YESSSSSSSSSSSSS)