The mayor thought the town was too bland.
Amity Park, a good place to live!
Oh how the sign mocked him. It was written in big, black letters on white wood. It was so boring. He met up with the city designer, some civilians and the state senator. They talked for hours on how awful the town's slogan was.
"I don't want this to be our town motto, it's too cheap," The Mayor said tiredly. A young boy, about eight or nine raised his hand silently. The mayor nodded, urging him to speak.
"W-what's a motto?" He asked hesitantly. The senator cracked a smirk and replied.
"Nuthin, whatsa motto wichu?" He said lazily. The boy's face lit up like fireworks when he heard someone quote The Lion King.
Suddenly, from his laid back position on the sofa, he shot upright.
"Kid, what's your name?"
"T-Tuck," he said, almost unsure.
"Give me a word to describe Amity Park!"
"...ni-" Tuck cleared his throat. "Nice," he said boldly.
"Alright, this is it. 'Amity Park - A Nice Place to Live!'"
"...I LIKE IT!"
"Uh, can we use colored letters?" Tuck asked. The senator beamed, shaking the kids hand.
"Kid, I like you! Let's get cracking!"