Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Papaya Pete's Chicken Hut

Nice to see you! Come on in!

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!

And he's not above coming down onto the shop floor, mixing with the appallingly unwashed masses, touting the questionable benefits of the establishment's various menu items.

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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