Ted likes the direct approach. "I doubt it; by the sound of the tale, their clothes were very precious. Precious enough to keep on their person." Then again, was this really what the park intended for children to do? Pluck the bowties off of donkeys?

Eh, they got this far without questioning patent absurdities. Why start now? "Come on, let's head after them!" Where exactly they went to was the mystery, as the podium was still bare. Gengar lent his in-corporeality again, seeing if there was some underground basement. He floated back up with a head shake in the negative.

"Then there must be a backroom behind the stage." Now it was his turn to do the yanking, but his touch isn't what it used to be so Bracken's free to decline. Ted would hardly notice, assuming Bracken had an equal thirst for adventure and victory.

It wasn't much. There was a table with a few parts for repairs, some sparse shelves with not nearly enough supplies, and all the robots, apparently retired for the day, slumped over in idle positions.