
Stuck in the depressingest of milieux—the mid-Atlantic theme park concession stand—Papaya Pete gallantly makes the best of a bad situation.
Cock-a-doodle-dooing from the fake façade, surrounded by an unlikely floral border, he beckons the hungry, the thirsty, the rollercoastered-out. He'll feed them all.
He is a crowing beacon to themeparkers everywhere.
Delight in every manner of chicken product. (We assume.) The strip, the finger, the nugget! All await you inside!

He never stops selling. In fact, he'll keep selling right up to the blessed moment when he turns himself into product, the importantest stuff on Earth.


Addendum: What gives with all these poultry mascots with the initials P.P.? Pete marks the third one we've seen! (Remember El Pollo Pepe?)
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