The disclaimer telling you that I don't own any Archer characters has run off to a theme park. This takes place very shortly after the events of Death At Brunch.
Death Of Happy Adventure Land
"Okay so brunch could have gone better," Archer admitted as the team filtered into Lana's office.
"You mean better than not one but three teams of assassins from IIA ambushing us?" Lana asked acidly. "And us blowing up the place to kingdom come while they fought among themselves?"
Pam spoke up. "Well, they did have good mimosas. Oh wait, it's gone forever. That sucks."
"Yeah Pam," Cyril said sarcastically. "That's the real problem here."
"Okay so I admit we dropped the ball," Archer spoke up.
"No kidding Mr. Situation Awareness!" Cyril added.
"Hey!" Archer snapped. "I'm only twenty percent responsible for not noticing! Lana didn't notice either! That's her twenty percent! You didn't notice…Never mind. You can't even tell that sweater vests suck."
"Hey!" Cyril protested.
"Krieger didn't…No wait," Archer paused. "Okay Cheryl didn't…No, hang on. Ray and Pam... No. Okay maybe I was fifty percent responsible for not noticing? Mea Culpa!"
"In other words, IIA is still after us," Lana sighed. "What's left of them."
"Something tells me we won't get that lucky again," Cyril groaned. "Great. We're screwed."
"I always think of a phrase that helps me in situations like this," Ray spoke up. "What Would Mallory Archer Do?"
"Simple," Pam spoke up. "Go after the bastards before they get to us."
"Exactly," Lana nodded. "The trick is how do we find them? IIA's offices are shut down, half their agents are scattered to the wind. And we don't know much about who's really running IIA."
"What do you mean who's really running IIA?" Cyril asked. "It was Fabian. And he's been arrested. And possibly still in a coma."
"Hope he doesn't milk it for three years like a certain somebody," Pam quipped.
"I do actually," Lana remarked. "But come on Cyril. Did you really think a spy agency that big would be run by Fabian alone?"
"He was just the front man," Ray nodded. "I learned from my time with him there was a whole shadow consortium running things from behind the scenes. And I learned some of their names and gave them to Slater."
"Damn Ray," Pam whistled. "You really were a double agent."
"I told you!" Ray snapped.
Lana asked. "Did you learn any other names or locations of IIA safehouses that you didn't already tell Slater?"
"As a matter of fact," Ray realized. "I did. It was shortly before Archer here blew my cover! With the whole mess of clearing our names I just plumb forgot. There is another safehouse slash secret base IIA has kept off the books. Fabian told me he was planning to go there in case his plan went south."
"So we raid the safehouse and take them out," Archer nodded. "How hard could it be? Where is it Ray?"
"Wellllllll…." Ray drawled.
FLASHFORWARD ONE DAY!
Happy Valley, Ohio…
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Cheryl jumped up and down with glee when she saw what was before her. "I was hoping for a volcano but this is better!"
"Way better!" Pam grinned.
"IT'S HAPPY ADVENTURE LAND!" The two women screamed at the huge theme park before them. The members of the Agency were dressed in casual clothes.
"Happy? Adventure? Land?" Cyril blinked. "Never heard of it."
"Uh big surprise," Cheryl rolled her eyes. "It's only the seventh largest amusement park in the Midwest!"
"So it's like Six Flags?" Cyril asked.
"It's comparable," Pam shrugged. "But I've always wanted to go here!"
"Me too!" Cheryl grinned.
"Of course, it had to be a theme park," Archer grumbled. "It couldn't be in a jungle or on top of the Alps or God forbid anyone put a secret base in a pyramid nowadays! Nooooo! It had to be in the seventh largest corporate Disney rip off right in the middle of Ohio! OHIO, Lana! Lana! Lana…LA…"
"I HEARD YOU!" Lana shouted. "And honestly for the record I agree with you. And I would have said so if you had given me a chance to speak!"
"Sorry," Archer admitted. "Force of habit."
"Why do you think I made you guys change into casual outfits?" Lana pointed. "I mean if we go in there in suits with guns out it would arouse suspicion."
"No to mention the whole, you know?" Krieger spoke up. "Murder rampages that are going on across the country."
"Yes, we'd like to steer clear of any gun violence, if possible," Lana told the group. "At least out in the open."
"But we can do regular violence, right?" Pam asked.
"As long as no kids are hurt," Archer spoke up. "CHERYL!"
"What?" Cheryl pouted. "Are you done lecturing so we can go on the rides for a bit?"
"You're going to do it anyway so…" Lana waved.
"YAAAAYYYY!" Cheryl and Pam squealed as they ran off. Krieger and Cyril were behind them.
"You're not going to yell at those idiots running off to have a good time?" Archer asked.
"No," Lana sighed. "Mostly because they'll cause destruction and be a good distraction for whoever's watching the security feed."
"That's true," Ray nodded. "I'm more surprised you didn't run off Archer."
"Honestly I'm not a big fan of Happy Adventure Land," Archer admitted. "Disney is waaaaayyyy better."
"Agreed," Lana and Ray said as one.
"Plus I had an incident here as a child," Archer winced. "Let's just say Mother contributed to my fear of costumed people in a big way!"
"Ah," Lana nodded.
"Say no more," Ray waved.
"I mean I've worked through a lot of that over the years," Archer admitted. "But it's still not one of my favorite sexual…"
"I said say no more!" Ray interrupted him. "That means you don't need to explain anything!"
"We don't want to know," Lana groaned.
"It's best you don't," Archer admitted.
Ray paused. "So uh…Would it bother y'all if I run around deliberately causing chaos? There's a few things on my bucket list that involve a theme park I always wanted to do."
"And people you want to do?" Archer quipped.
"Not like that ass!" Ray snapped. "I once had a summer job here during one of my college breaks. I got fired in my first week. They accused me of stealing food!"
"Did you?" Lana asked.
"No!" Ray huffed. "I stole toilet paper. And some money. And a pink prize bear. But not food! If you've tasted the food here, you'd know why."
"Go nuts," Lana shrugged.
"Give me twenty minutes," Ray told them. "You'll know when you hear an explosion."
"I figured that," Archer remarked as Ray zipped off using his super speed.
"Huh, I didn't know Ray was ever in Ohio," Lana remarked. "I mean that's a long way from West Virginia."
"A lot of these corporate theme parks ship students from all over the country," Archer told her. "Disney and Universal Studios are the only ones who truly go global. So why do you hate this theme park?"
"I never said I hated it," Lana pointed out. "I just like Disney and Universal better. Plus considering the lives we lead I'm a bit over them."
Archer thought a bit. "Yeah, I see what you mean. A space themed roller coaster is a bit of a letdown after you've been to actual space."
Lana added. "And I don't find fake jungle boat rides relaxing. After surviving actual jungles full of snakes, wild animals and gun toting mercenaries…"
"And alligators," Archer added as they casually went inside. "Is that area supposed to be some kind of North Pole themed schtick?"
"Penguin Island," Lana told him. "Those things don't even look nearly as cute as real penguins."
"And we were in freaking Antarctica so…" Archer paused. "God this looks so fake. I mean who would get excited over this?"
"Maybe a three-year-old?" Lana shrugged. "Still…It's kind of a letdown for me."
"Me too," Archer remarked. "Want to go get some overpriced park pretzels?"
"Why not?" Lana shrugged as they walked through.
Meanwhile in the part of the park with all the games and prizes….
"You get a doll!" Ray said cheerfully as he tossed dolls and prizes to a crowd of happy children and adults. "And you get a doll! And you get a stuffed alligator! And you get a puppy! And you get…"
He did a double take as he pulled out a prize. "A bong? They give these away now?"
"Not exactly," One father in the crowd spoke up. "You have to spend over a thousand tickets and they take forever to get…"
"Well Daddy gets a bong," Ray gave him the bong. "Kids get the toys. Adults get the drugs."
"Bless you sir," The father gratefully took it.
"I feel just like Oprah," Ray sighed as he gave out prizes. "You get a doll! You get a doll! Mommy gets a bong! And her friend gets another bong! You get a doll…"
He picked up a large pink kitty cat. "You're coming home with me," Ray grinned.
Half an hour later on the other side of the park…
"Six lousy dollars for a half stale pretzel?" Archer barked as he took a bite out of his pretzel. "Even Starbucks doesn't overcharge their crap for that much! I mean at least you get halfway decent food and points on your account!"
"I still say you shouldn't have pistol whipped the guy," Lana told him.
"He had it coming," Archer shrugged. "I'm surprised you're not mad I hid my gun and brought it in."
"Uh hello?" Lana gave him a look. She lifted up her skirt slightly to show her weapon in a holster underneath her dress.
"Oh right," Archer remarked. "We're here to blow up bad guys. Destroy the IIA safehouse. Sorry. I forgot for a moment."
"I do have to admit," Lana sighed as she nibbled on her pretzel. "Cyril did have a point about our lives. Is this what we have to look forward to? Constantly going from one exotic location to the next putting our lives in danger fighting the bad guys?"
"Okay first of all," Archer told her. "I would hardly call Happy Valley Ohio an exotic location by any stretch of the imagination."
"You know what I mean," Lana sighed. "I mean I used to get a high from this sort of thing. But now…"
"Now part of you just wants to stay in the office and drink and bellow out orders berating the staff," Archer finished.
Lana realized something. "Oh my God. I'm turning into Mallory."
"I don't know," Archer remarked. "I can't blame you for wanting to do that. You worked hard to get to the top. Why not enjoy it? Mother did."
"That's what worries me."
Archer cautioned. "Just try to cut down on the embezzlement and the illegal shit as well as shooting the staff and you'll be fine. I will make an exception for Cyril. You can shoot him all you want."
"And I'm definitely not going to use the idiots to impress people at fancy parties," Lana paused.
"Unless the fancy people are drunken idiots themselves," Archer added. "And/or you want to blackmail them or kill them. I saw where you were going with that."
"I was going there. Are we getting that predictable?" Lana asked.
Just then several people ran by screaming. They were running from several animatronic animals running amok. "Maybe a tad?" Archer shrugged. "Krieger sure didn't waste any time."
"This is Frosty Kingdom all over again," Lana sighed.
"What?" Archer looked at her.
"Don't ask," Lana sighed.
"I'm going to take a guess and say Krieger trashed a theme park with the animatronics," Archer remarked.
"Good guess," Lana sighed. "And Cheryl went crazy and assaulted people. Then we all got into a fight and assaulted people…"
"And that's how we were all banned from Frosty Kingdom," Archer quipped.
"Oh we're not technically banned anymore," Lana smirked. "It burned to the ground."
Archer blinked. "Now I know. And knowing is a good reason to get a drink around here."
"There aren't any bars," Lana sighed. "And alcohol is banned."
Archer growled. "Then I definitely have a legitimate reason for hating this place."
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
"Good news," Lana remarked as people ran from the explosion. "It won't exist much longer."
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
"Oh look," Lana said dryly. "The carousel is on fire. Gee I wonder how that happened?"
"HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!"
"It's a mystery to me," Archer said sarcastically as Cheryl's maniacal laughter could be heard in the distance.
"Guys! Guys! I did it!" Cyril said excitedly as he ran up to them. "I did it!"
"Okay I'll bite," Archer sighed. "Did what?"
"I did something that was on my bucket list!" Cyril said cheerfully. "I cut in line on a roller coaster ride!"
"Oh Cyril you wild man you," Lana said sarcastically. "And no one said anything?"
"Not really," Cyril waved. "Most of them were under 10 and that one big guy looked scared to go on. He was rather relieved when I cut in front of him."
"Which ride did you go on?" Archer asked. "The Lame-O-Rama?"
"The Clown Cascade," Cyril explained. "It's that roller coaster where you ride into a tunnel that looks like a clown's mouth that seems to be a Pennywise rip-off. I was also confronting my slight clown phobia I picked up after that incident in LA with the bean bags! Okay?"
"Okay now I get why it was so easy for you to cut in line," Archer remarked. "Talk to me when you get hammered and ride the Spinning Hurricane of Death without vomiting."
"Hey for Cyril that is a big deal," Lana admitted.
"And look!" Cyril pulled a pretzel out of his pocket. "I stole a pretzel! HA!" He bit into it. "Kind of stale…"
"Ooh bad boy," Lana mocked.
"He was smart enough to not pay for his pretzel!" Archer snapped.
"It was pretty easy to steal," Cyril admitted. "The pretzel guy was just passed out on the ground for some reason. It looked like he'd been hit or something."
"Or something," Archer admitted.
FOOM!
Cyril blinked. "Why is that carousel on fire?"
"Cheryl," Lana and Archer said at the same time.
"Oh right," Cyril nodded. "Stupid question."
"Do you ask any other?" Archer quipped.
FLOOOOOOOOOOOM!
"What the hell…?" Archer did a double take.
"There's cotton candy all over Penguin Island," Lana remarked.
"It's like a pink and blue cloud exploded all over the place," Archer remarked.
"I'm guessing that's Krieger," Cyril remarked.
"No, he's too busy with the animatronics running amok," Lana pointed at a crowd of people running from some rather slow badly made animal robots. "It's like an extremely lame version of Five Night's At Freddie's."
"I don't why they're screaming as they're running," Archer blinked. "They're outrunning them easily. Even that lady with the walker is going pretty fast compared to them."
"That one guy just stopped to tie his shoe," Lana commented. "And he still had plenty of time to run away."
CRRREAAAAAK!
"Okay that animatronic polar bear just broke down," Archer remarked. "And the animatronic rabbit person just ran into him and he's stuck. Worst robot rampage ever!"
"So if it's not Krieger and not Cheryl…" Cyril remarked. "Then who…?"
"Hey guys!" Pam walked over with Ray. Both were eating cotton candy. "Guess what we did!"
"Of course," Lana sighed. "Why?"
"Personal fantasy for both of us," Ray admitted. "After I had a little fun at the prize section of the park."
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
"And now another ride is on fire," Lana sighed.
"THAT ONE WASN'T ME!" Cheryl was heard shouting. "THAT'S SHODDY MAINTENANCE! SHODDY I SAY!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
They saw a nearby gazebo on fire in a nearby garden. Cheryl popped out. "That's me! I set the gazebo on fire! WHEEEE!" She ran off.
"Should we…?" Archer paused.
"Use this as the perfect distraction to infiltrate IIA's secret base and take them out?" Lana asked. "Yes."
"Oh," Archer blinked. "I was going to ask if you wanted something else to eat. But yeah I could do that too."
"RRR-ARRR-RRRRRRRRRRRR…"
Pam looked over. "Why is that robot rabbit trying to hump that robot polar bear?"
"The robot polar bear broke down and the rabbit ran into him," Lana explained. "And it won't move around. It's stuck."
"Ah," Pam nodded. "That makes sense."
"God even the robot rampages in this place are disappointing," Archer grumbled. "This is definitely one of our lamer missions."
"Great," Lana rolled her eyes. "That makes me feel better."
"Not because of you!" Archer told her. "It's the place that's lame! Not your plan!"
"AAAAHHHH!" A man ran by covered in cotton candy. "SO SUGARY! AAAHHH!"
"ROBOT RAMPAGE!" A security guard screamed. "RUN…MAKE THAT WALK VERY FAST AWAY! WALK VERY FAST AWAY AND ORDERLY PLEASE!"
FOOOOOOOOOOM!
"HOW DID THE FERRIS WHEEL CATCH ON FIRE?" Someone screamed.
"To be fair the distraction part of your plan is working like a charm," Ray told Lana.
"Ray just show us where the entrance to the secret base is," Lana sighed.
"Follow me," Ray told them.
Soon they were in front of a haunted house exhibit. "Let me guess," Archer said sarcastically. "It's inside this Haunted Mansion rip off?"
"It's called the Ghost House Ride," Ray told them as they went around back. "Trademark issues."
"That's what I said," Archer told him. "Haunted Mansion rip off! God this is so predictable!"
"I know!" Lana asked. "What did they get their idea from Scooby Doo?"
"You know what show I liked?" Pam asked as Ray picked the lock on the door. "Jabberjaw. Yeah, it was a Scooby Doo rip off under the ocean, but it was still funny. Who doesn't love a shark that talks like Curly?"
"Speed Buggy wasn't that bad either," Cyril admitted. "Or Clue Club."
Pam added. "The only difference with Clue Club was there were two dogs and nobody understood a damn thing they said."
"So Clue Club was the more realistic version?" Ray asked as he opened the door.
"Probably," Pam shrugged. "The most derivative was Goober and the Ghost Chasers."
"Agreed," Archer nodded. "It's like they weren't even trying with that one."
"Speaking of which," Ray pointed to a coffin at the end of the short hallway. "Cheerful isn't it?" He opened it and knocked on the back.
"False back that's actually a door to a secret passage?" Lana sighed.
"Yuuuup," Ray nodded as they went through. They ended up in a short hallway leading to a long flight of stairs down. "You'd think they'd put an elevator in this place?"
"And have them cut the power or gas us or…?" Lana asked.
"Oh right," Ray nodded. "Yeah stairs are safer."
"Unless they're the type of stairs that turn into a giant slide," Pam remarked as they walked. "Nope. These are regular concrete stairs. Damn. That would have been fun."
"I admit it," Lana grumbled. "These assholes could have used even Hanna Barbera writers to make this more interesting."
"You seem down," Cyril noticed.
"I'm not down," Lana told him. "I'm just…"
"She's being all introspective again," Archer told the others. "Now that she's in charge she's kind of doubting herself a little."
"It's not doubt," Lana defended. "Technically."
"And now you've gotten what you always wanted," Pam added. "You're wondering if it's all worth it?"
"Exactly," Lana said. "I mean I know I can be a great spymaster. I can run The Agency. I mean if Cyril can run this agency…Oh God."
"Yeah, the bar wasn't set very high during his term," Ray agreed.
"Now I get why you're worried," Archer nodded. "Your anxiety totally makes sense now."
"I just don't want to fail worse than Cyril," Lana said.
"Oh God Lana," Archer scoffed. "You can't fail worse than Cyril!"
"I'm right here you know!" Cyril snapped. "And I didn't fail! It was partly because of me we were able to get recertified as spies again! REMEMBER?"
"Not really," Pam remarked.
"Uh…." Ray paused.
"I wasn't even there so…" Archer shrugged.
"Lana! Tell them I didn't fail!" Cyril protested. "Lana! Lana! LANAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Oh my God! Shut up!" Archer shouted. "That is so annoying!"
"Tell me about it," Lana glared at Archer.
Archer looked at Lana in surprise. "Do I really sound that whiny?"
"Yuuuup," Lana nodded. "I mean you don't have that note of pathetic desperation Cyril has but…"
"SERIOUSLY?" Cyril shouted.
"Why don't y'all shout a little louder?" Ray snapped. "I'm sure they haven't heard you coming by now! In Cleveland!"
Lana sighed. "Ray maybe you should go ahead and…?"
"Take out the guards using my super speed?" Ray finished her sentence. "Fine!" He zipped off.
"Say what you want about cyborgs," Pam remarked. "They sure do run good."
Soon they were in another hallway. "Is it me or is it kind of weird we haven't run into any resistance yet?" Lana asked.
"It's not you," Archer grumbled. "No black ops. No ninjas. No trap doors or buzzsaws popping out. Not even a damn flamethrower out of the celling."
"All I'm seeing are crumpled up empty soda cans," Cyril observed. "And a few pizza boxes."
"Don't you miss the good old days when the bad guys kept their secret bases clean?" Archer asked. "I mean come on! Whatever happened to standards?"
"From what I remember from the manuals this is definitely not up to IIA's code," Cyril remarked. "These guys are slacking off even more than us."
"That's a pretty high bar to pass," Lana admitted. "Let's find whoever's in charge and take him out."
"How do we do that?" Cyril asked.
"Uh," Pam pointed to a door labeled Head Of Operations. "This might be a clue."
Archer nodded. "That would do it." Then kicked down the door gun in hand.
A blonde pudgy man wearing glasses and a sweater vest looking very disheveled was shoving papers and money into a briefcase. "Drop your…" Lana began to order. "Oh for the love of…"
"Hello," The man waved weakly.
"Oh my God," Lana groaned. "It's an IIA version of Cyril."
"This has just reached a new level of lame," Archer sighed. "I'd shoot him to put him out of his misery. But…It wouldn't be the same as shooting the real Cyril."
"Uh this isn't what it looks like," The man gulped. "I don't really work here. I'm a…burglar! Yeah! I'm a burglar! That's the ticket! Just stealing stuff! Because I'm a burglar! That's what we do! Am I right? I definitely do not work here and have nothing to do with whatever beef you have with IIA. Or whoever these people are because I don't know I'm just a common burglar!"
"We know who you are," Cyril told him. "You're Edgar Greene, head accountant of the Delta Division."
"I didn't know," Pam blinked.
"Me either," Archer was impressed. "Cyril how did you know?"
"Besides the fact he's a fellow accountant?" Cyril looked at him. "And in the company organizational flow chart as described in the company manual? He was in IIA's Risk Tournament. He took third place."
"IIA had a Risk tournament?" Archer did a double take.
"Right, you took second," Edgar realized. "You beat me with that advance into Italy."
"Would have won if Peterson hadn't cheated," Cyril grumbled. "He had weighted dice!"
"Duh!" Edgar grumbled. "But because he's higher ranking nobody checks! Typical!"
"Base is secure. There's only six other guys here," Ray walked in pointing behind him with his thumb. "And they're all drunk out of their damn minds. I've had harder times tying up dead chickens."
"We've had a slight morale problem," Edgar admitted. "Wait, six? There should be at least two more! My second and third in command! Where the hell are they?"
Outside the park two costumed characters ran out. "I told you I saw Archer and the Agency on the monitors!" The one dressed like a pink bear snapped.
"That explains the fires," The one dressed like a purple dog groaned. "Good thing we had these costumes handy. Now what?"
"New plan," The Pink Bear told the other. "Go to the other safehouse. Get the money stashed there then head to Belize for our new lives running chartered yachts."
"Yeah, being a spy isn't what it used to be," The Purple Dog agreed. "If it lets lunatics like The Agency in!"
Back to The Agency…
"Round up whoever's left and we'll toss them in the van," Lana ordered as Cyril handcuffed Edgar. "Okay where's the PA system?"
"Why do you need that?" Edgar asked.
"Because we need to announce that the park needs to be evacuated," Lana told him.
"Why?" Edgar asked.
Half an hour later…
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The entirety of Happy Adventure Land had exploded into a ball of flames and a tiny mushroom cloud.
Edgar, tied up along with his unconscious henchmen in the back looked out the van's window. "I do not envy the accountant who has to fill out next months quarterly reports!"
"Shut up!" Archer snapped before hitting him on the head, knocking him unconscious. "That was so unsatisfying."
"On the bright side," Krieger remarked as he drove the van. "We didn't have to evacuate that many people. Most of them were already gone due to the robot rampage and the fires."
"I'm not saying I expect all our missions to be nail biters," Archer remarked. "But this one seemed more boring than usual!"
Cyril looked at him. "An animatronic rampage, several fires and blowing up a theme park isn't exciting enough for you?"
"Well maybe it was a few seasons ago?" Cheryl spoke up. "But our audiences expect a high level of mayhem and destruction. I mean we really raised the bar over the years. And it's getting harder to top ourselves."
Archer sighed. "I barely even felt any peril. Only when I was eating that pretzel. I think I almost broke a crown."
"Ray why is there a large pink kitty doll back here?" Pam asked. She did a double take. "And a box full of bongs?"
"I thought everyone would like one," Ray said. "And the kitty is mine. It will look perfect in my spare room."
"Wow Ray that was very thoughtful," Pam remarked. "You're still trying to make brownie points for when you ditched us aren't you?"
"Pam!" Krieger admonished. "It's the thought that counts!"
"Yeah Pam!" Cyril snapped. "Thank you Ray, for being so thoughtful! Is that so hard to say?"
"Ray," Archer took a bong. "You may be a double-crossing bastard but at least you're a polite one!"
"Again, this isn't interesting enough?" Cyril asked.
Lana sighed. "I really need to hire new people."
The following day there was a meeting in Lana's office…
"The good news is we were able to blame the destruction on IIA," Lana sighed. "As well as shoddy theme park maintenance. That covered our tracks. The bad news…We're not getting paid for any bounties. Apparently, nobody thought our guys were worth paying for."
"Not that big a shocker," Archer admitted.
"Good news!" Pam showed them a sack full of food. "I managed to steal a whole bunch of pretzels and churros! Snack time! Oh wait…They're all smushed. Still good!"
"Look we still took out a lot of people who hated our guts," Ray pointed out. "Our enemies' list got a little smaller!"
"Did it though?" Lana asked.
"Probably not," Ray grumbled. "Dukes. If people found out we were behind the fire, there's at least a few thousand people who loved Happy Adventure Land after our hides."
"I'm pretty sure we don't have to worry about people who were attached to a third-rate amusement park," Archer pointed out. "Not when Disney and Universal are so much better."
Cheryl brightened up. "Can we go to…?"
"NO!" Everyone else shouted.
Cheryl pouted. "You people are no fun anymore!"
