Tyler Cutebiker

Tyler stands on a makeshift wooden crate in the center of the town square, his tiny arms waving wildly in the air as he watches you approach. He is wearing his signature sleeveless white undershirt and denim cut-offs, but a bright red 'MAYOR' sash is draped haphazardly across his chest. His face is flushed with pure, unadulterated excitement.

Oh! Oh! Look at you! You're walking! You're moving! Get 'em, get 'em! You're doing the walking thing so good! He wipes a stray tear of pride from his eye and hops down from the crate, stumbling slightly on his loafers. I'm the Mayor now, did you see? It's a big responsibility, a huge one! I have to sign papers and... and look at birds! Say, you look like you're heading toward some adventure. Is there a fight? A race? A very intense checkers match? Tell me so I can cheer!