Wolfie popped out of the blue box, happily scaring kids and throwing confetti.

She jumped out and threw holographic confetti at a boy, or was that a man, in a neon orange sweater with a floppy green hat. He giggled, then pulled his hat off, tossing his own pocket full of glitter at her.

"Nice t'meet ya, Miss Puppet ma'am. I'm Wander!" He grabbed Wolfie's stiffly held out hand and pumped it, grinning a gap-toothed smile, "I love drums! And guitars and ukuleles and I play banjo and flute and-"

"Okay Wander, there's a line forming," A large, muscular woman with hot pink dreadlocks grabbed Wander's free hand, smiling at Wolfie, "I'm sorry, he gets excited."

"Peepers! Hadar! I thought you'd never come!" Wander climbed his minder and waved violently at a pair of mediocre men, "Sylvia! Your boyfriend's here!"

The shorter of the two, in muddy work boots and a black Carhartt jacket stiffly waved at the pair.

'Hadar Construction' was scrawled across both mens' jackets.

"Can I get your autograph? I have all your photos and promotional postcards!" Wander practically shouted at Wolfie from where he was perched.

"Ummm," Warned by Henry and William to expect this, Wolfie grabbed her pen from inside the box's hidden shelf and clicked it.

"That won't be necessary, Wander can wait until an intermission." Sylvia awkwardly stated, seemingly embarrassed.

"Oh, no, it's okay," Wolfie said.

"He has a lot of them." The shorter man said in a surprisingly shrill voice, "We'd take up more time in line."

He glanced over his shoulder, "Weird crowd tonight…"

"Moooooove! Moooove your assssss! I want one!" The taller man shoved his companions out of the way, "Gimme!"

"Alright then." Wolfie tossed him a white rabbit covered in smudged autographs with very little fanfare.

"Awesome. And the laser course?"

Wolfie grumbled, and pointed to the ticket line for the actual entertainment, including laser tag, food, and the arcade, as well as the actual show.

"Great, let's go." he turned up his nose, short man nipping at his heels.

"I'm sorry about those two," Sylvia shook her head, shooing Wander towards the ticket vendor.

"Bye, I love you!" Wander waved over Sylvia's shoulder, as he skipped away.

She cocked her head, surprised but flattered at having a fan.

Wolfie hated to admit that he was kinda adorable in a dorky, puppy-like way.

Maybe kids weren't that bad afterall.

She fell back into the box, ready to grab a toy for another next kid. She grabbed one at random.

Boomf!

Wolfie flew out the second the hinged lid opened with a hydraulic cylinder and handed a blank white Freddy Fazbear plush covered in autographs not to a kid, but a grown man.

A very grown man, not the kind that would come to their shows.

Oops.

Well, too late. The man in black smiled at her falsely, taking it anyway.

She looked strange, and vaguely familiar…

Wolfie felt like she was the only one in the room as the tall, thin man grabbed the toy, spidery hands brushing Wolfie's.

Wow.

What a guy.

"I'm here to see my niece."

An accent, one that was light, airy, and very foreign, not the kind expected to encounter in Branson, Missouri of all places.

Still red, Wolfie retreated to the box once more, grabbing confetti and a new toy for the next group of customers.

There wasn't much time left to hand out door prizes, ones that would be undoubtedly worth a few pretty pennies by next week, since they'd all been signed by band members on the ride up.

"Tickets!" Dolli Mae stood on a pedestal in the alcove near the entrance to the hall in her Foxy costume. "Come one, come all, me fair mateys! Come t'see th'greatest show on earth!"

After greeting an ecstatic boy in an orange sweater and his posse of minders, Dolli Mae adjusted her hook and eyepatch, flattered by the attention.

"Well hello thar lassie! Tis a fine day t'see yee here at the circus!" She punched an offered ticket, feeling like she was at a Renaissance Festival, then stamped a large, tapered hand.

She blinked.

A glove?

That wasn't a kid, or a mom.

Or a teenage boy, like the ones that would come from all over the county and even further to see them.

She looked up the long arm and into the oval, angelic face of a tall man with limpid black hair who smiled down at her and blushed. Dolli Mae lifted her head, her tricorn's red sash flowing down her back, matching her cummerbund.

"I, um, I'm sorry, I didn't realized it was a glo-"

He put a tapered finger to his pale lips and whispered a hush.

Dolli Mae turned red and bashful, ears turning redder than her coat.

This man was gorgeous, with the strangest eyes she'd ever seen.

Stranger than Dollface's coal black ones or even Vinnie's beautiful sun-gold coins.

Dolli Mae felt herself turn red. She propped her thigh high booted foot onto a prop treasure chest, watching the man's turned back enter the main hall with a line forming in his place.

Dollface leaned forward, patting in the purple eyeshadow over Izzy's eyes with a swipe of her brush.

She frowned.

Izzy opened her eyes and smiled at her. "Done yet?"

"No, not quite," Dollface mumbled. Now for the lid and the highlight. The chosen colors would mean that her eyes would be especially pretty and defined under the stage lights.

"Now for a REALLY sparkly highlight." She said, tapping the flat brush into a pearlescent shadow, watching Princess curl her bangs in a mirror.

Dollface grabbed her fluffy brush and another palette and fluffed the sparkles onto Izzy's cheekbones. "Now do mascara and winged liner, and you'll be ready." She weakly smiled at Izzy.

Izzy stood, taking the eyeliner pen from Princess, and leaned into a wall-ceiling mirror surrounded by tiny lights. Princess picked up the giant purple and yellow tutu disc, grabbing her bunny ears and readjusting them around her tight twin tail and the tiny plastic crown on her head.

"We are sooooo glittery," Princess said to no one in particular while staring at the mirror as she pulled out a tube of purple lipstick. Izzy followed suit with her orange tube.

"This is gonna be great!" Izzy said, barely containing her excitement. A whole, brand new location! Maybe one day, if we keep this up, maybe Henry and William would take them to L.A. and they could do tours and open new restaurants there!

"Mm-hm," Dollface grunted, trying to concentrate on her blue eyeshadow. She tapped the blue palette with her fluffy brush and blended the color out as well as she could, then added a gold highlight from the same palette as Dolli Mae's. "We better hurry up now, th'show'll begin soon."

Henry stood at the door and waited for Dollface to finish her liner, the last one to get her makeup on.

He quietly spoke up, wiping his glasses while choking back happy tears, "Two minutes."