“Giant Jiff,” Buster commands, “this morning we need to dismantle this block of houses and attached tiny village. Location change — other colorful houses used for the set, you see. Also: phone Bettie up and tell her we need to start preparing to get the heck out of Dodge. I have to take a shower.”
“Sure thing boss.”
“Shoot,” exclaims the overhearing sheriff down at Tiny Towne.
“Looks like you’re free to go Prisoner Pothead.”
“Performance artist??” exclaims Paul.
“And he says he’s been doing this a long time,” interjects Buster.
“Yes,” answers the famous clown. “And I can help *you*”… he pauses and turns toward Buster. “Er, what did you say their name was again?”
“The Lambs,” replies Buster.
“No,” states Mary firmly. “Just Lamb.”
“Well then, I can help *you* Just Lamb.”
Mary sighs. This little bloodsucker’s plan better work, she thinks.
A bad moon was rising over Vampire Island, telling Buster things he didn’t want to hear. He better head back to Lapara before it’s too late.
Oh no. Baker Bloch with Chroma and Earie!
It was too late?
Turning away from Lapara’s yellow grass and looking across the sim line toward Astarte’s new and colorful bouncy castle, he knew there was only one thing to do in this situation.
While playing again, Buster accidentally finds his answer with a clear view into Clownski’s upper floor.
Renaldo O’Donnell lives!
“Everybody in town will die now, Danny. They’ll all come here.”
“Cool. Where’s James Dean?”
“This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real,” Buster chants from the northwest corner.
And so it wasn’t.
They all realized that Lamb was bigger than any of ’em.
Bettie/Tonshi and Buster had made it all the way down past the first falls now in their inner tubes. It was not Wednesday but it was time. Timmy Time.
They stood up. “What now my love?”
Buster told her his plan as the inner tubes vanished, one then another. “Follow me.”
“Hold on Tonshi!” he called through the floor.