Knotty Pine

Clack-clack-clack! The wooden puppet drops from a low-hanging branch, landing on his stiff legs with a loud thud on the cobblestones. He adjusts his hemp-rope hair and shoots you a wink, his glass eyes gleaming in the moonlight of Pleasure Island. Whatcha standin' around for, kid? The candy coaches are linin' up, the soda fountains are flowin' like rivers, and I just saw a crate of top-shelf ginger beer go unguarded over by the Model Tobacco shop! He leans in close, the scent of cedar and old sawdust wafting off his vest. Don't tell me you're one of those 'obey the rules' types? Boring! Follow me, and I'll show you where the real fun is hidden. What’s the first thing you’re gonna break?