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- There was a call from the police chief to help out with a crisis in a little southwestern town in Colorado,
- apparently it was the Podunk Rocket gang up to no good again, this time they're pulling the strings at some
- little shanty featuring mockeries of nature and living things, drawing dread from all men and women the
- world around and the joy and delight from rugrats and munchkins who couldn't see eye-to-eye with the
- mechanical monstrosities, animatronics. This town was nicknamed the Uncanny Valley for its affinity for the
- damn things, more rotten with them than Max's collection of spoiled cheeses in the hollow space of the
- water cooler.
- Sam and Max made their way to the town in the DeSoto, making a few stops here and there for anti-automaton
- tools and refuelling, and terrorizing the tourist traps. Some welding torches, waterguns, magnetic bats,
- and reflective visors to stop eye lasers, our intrepid heroes reach their destination to find there's a lot
- of restaurants with animatronics.
- Sitting atop the crest of the hill of main street, there are various normal businesses peppered in between
- the rather obnoxiously colorful and garish theme restaurants. Sam has a map and a red marker ready as he
- prepares to take notes on possible stops along the way, Max meanwhile is distracted with some scrap metal
- Sam found to keep Max busy while they plan, claiming it's a logic puzzle.
- Sam looked over the equipment once more, making sure they had everything they might need. "Max, if we don't
- make it, make sure they use the picture of the young me in the obituary."
- Sam was twisting the scrap about and banging it against the curb, chipping some of the concrete and metal.
- "Only if you use my post-mortem posterity for mine, I really wanna let 'em see how grisly it got!"
- S: "You got it little buddy! Now, where to start. Nautical Ned's Fish Fry?" Sam pointed to a building that looked like a chunk of an oil tanker.
- M: "I don't see the Podunks being interested in narwhals kissing sharks,"
- S: "Tammy Touchdown's Sports Bar?" Sam pointed at the structure with a pair of giant baseballs and a cartoon, female tiger face smiling on the sign.
- M: "I could go for wings and a pitcher!"
- S: "Oh? They have good food and drink?"
- M: "Wait, we're talking about the restaurant?"
- S: "Your vague innuendo worries me, Max. Well then, how about Paula Polar's Ice Cream Parlor?" Sam pointed
- to a store a bit closer, this one looking like a giant meat locker, covered in poorly-maintained brushed steel finish.
- M: "I hear they have a problem with Arctic Ticks, plus eugh, teenagers."
- S: "I think they'd do more damage to the Podunks than we would if we caught up to them. How about Andy
- Armadillo's Steak House?" Sam motioned to another building, this one looked almost like an old west saloon but had a pueblo wall with a Cadillac crashed through it from an angle it'd be impossible to crash into, inside the vehicle looked to be a pair of female mannequins holding hands.
- M: "Do they sell armadillo steak?" Max solved the logic puzzle by getting it permanently wedged between two buildings that were built quite close to one another.
- S: "No, but I hear they have singing scorpions?"
- M: "Sounds right up my alley, but looks like they're closed down for a while. Wonder if they had a
- mechanical bull to ride?" Max noted the boarded up windows and police tape and cones around the building.
- S: "Well, there's Dino Dan's Pizza and Arcade," Sam pointed to the building with a big dinosaur-themed sign,
- while Max was busy rooting through a trash can.
- M: "Eh, the entertainment seems mind-rotting enough, we can check there. I'm sure those Rocket weirdos
- won't expect us to look in a place set in the prehistoric age! Where else?" Max threw an apple core at the sidewalk to see how high it'd bounce. It didn't.
- S: "Walter's Weiner Emporium? Now Featuring the Moustachio'd Mollusk Mome Rath with Manchego." Sam pointed to a building that defied traditional architecture, and seemed to incorporate almost every color possible as well as some unusual artwork of anthropomorphic hotdogs.
- M: "You had me at moustache! Let's go there first!"
- S: "Easy there, there's a few more to note, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?" Sam pointed to a nearby building with a nearly empty parking lot, the building itself looked like a fairly normal storefront, though it had a big sign with a cartoon bear, fox, rabbit, and chicken on it.
- M: "What's a fazbear? That anything like fasolia?" Max kicked over the trashcan and started peering into the distance at the place.
- S: "Seems to be the titular character's last name."
- M: "Huh. Still, hope they have green beans as a pizza topping."
- S: "Well, over there's Dusky Dave's Taco Land." Sam pointed to a building that seemed to be made entirely of mud, at least at this distance, probably not something up to code.
- M: "Ooooh, tacos. Sounds like a good place to abuse my innards, they haven't been getting as much love as
- they could be getting lately."
- S: "I'd thank you not to binge again, there's only so many windows I can roll down on the DeSoto. Looks
- like last up is Pioneer Pete's Pancake Shack." Sam pointed to the building that looked like a comically big, wheel-less frontier-era wagon.
- M: "I don't trust places that push dangerous ideas like breakfast for any meal of the day, Sam. We should
- look there for the Rockets."
- S: "Alright, we've got a short list of places to visit, though I can't help but think there's some sort of
- deeper meaning to the entire food industry replacing the love and face time with actual people with cold,
- uncaring robots."
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