Dolly shook her head and rolled her eyes again. The storm was making her a little uneasy, but she didn't want the others, and especially not this new stranger to know that. "It's not Wolfman," she insisted. She looked up at the table. "Hello friend. My name is Dolly."

The stranger greeted them with a low grunt.

Dolly strained her eyes to get a good look at him. "How about moving closer to the candle so we could see you?"

The stranger obeyed and the toys gasped at his rugged appearance. He was a small clown doll dressed in faded bright colors. He had two puffs of tangled blue hair sticking out from either side of his head. His pale white face was streaked with dirt. What made him intimidating was not only the fact that he appeared to be a very old toy, but that his black eyes were empty and tired looking. He had a deep blush on either cheek, but that didn't brighten up his face at all. His painted red mouth was turned down into a haunted frown. The other toys could tell that wherever this toy was from, he'd been through a lot.

"Um…" Dolly was the first to speak up while the others gaped open-mouthed at him. "Won't you tell us your name?"

After taking in his rough exterior, she didn't know why she was expecting a light-hearted, high-pitched clown voice, but for some reason she found that she was surprised when he responded. The clown answered her in a low, rather unenthusiastic and somewhat menacing, deep voice, "Chuckles."

"Of course," Buttercup whispered to her. Out loud, he said, "Welcome to Bonnie's room, Chuckles!"

The newcomer narrowed his dark, almost lifeless eyes as he strained to take in their appearances.

"We're friends," Trixie promised. Bonnie's toys each took turns introducing themselves.

He grunted again in response.

There was dead silence for a few long minutes, but then the lights came on and everybody cheered as they went about their own business.

Dolly watched from her perch on the floor as Chuckles pursed his wide lips and blew out the candle with one quick and loud blow. She thought his fluid movement was almost… magical…

"You're not getting infatuated with him, are you?" Trixie asked in a loud whisper.

Chuckles shrugged when he saw that the girls were still looking up at him. "It's safer that way."

For a moment, Dolly was horrified, then she realized that he meant the candle.

"Whaaa…?" Dolly was puzzled as she tore her gaze away from the clown and regarded Trixie's concerned expression.

Trixie giggled. "I never would have guessed that you'd be interested in the bad boy type."

Dolly placed a hand on her hip. "This coming from a toy with an online boyfriend."

"Hey! He's not my boyfriend!" Trixie stuck her tongue out at her friend.

"Whatever," Dolly said, a little sarcastically.

"Seriously, though," Trixie said as she nudged the doll with her horn. "I think maybe we should stay away."