I think this might qualify under "comic relief"? Can it even be called "comic"?
"Friendly friends!" a Wigglytuff-suited person shouts, and you are beginning to wonder why you even came here. May tugs at your arm, pointing at the Wiggytuff and swinging your elbow up and down.
You don't hear her, though; your mind is running away from all this hubbub. She has to jab her own elbow into your side to make you pay attention to her, and by that time, you've already walked back to the entrance to the fair, with her latched onto you the whole time.
When you realize this, your face does not flush. At all. At all.