dead tired today so I grabbed a coffee from the gas station & the guy greeted me by trying to say “is that everything “ but fumbled and said “e ga thebythin” and me trying to say “yeah” or “yup” just went “YIP!” in response. No survivors
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He certainly looked like this on the television show, didn’t he?
You could also call him Wallace but he probably wouldn’t answer. He doesn’t even remember a time before Welcome Home… Poor soul. What. A. Shame.
Just a little breakdown of the story thus far:
Dolores and Wallace Dorelaine married in 1973 after meeting and subsequently working on the Welcome Home Puppet Show, created by Wallace’s Brother Ronald. Wallace puppeteered for the main character Wally Darling, while Dolores helped to produce the show. Welcome Home was suddenly cancelled due to a studio fire that completely burnt the Playfellow Workshop along with the disappearance of Wallace and Ronald in the fire. No bodies were ever recovered of the two men.
Nearly a decade later Dolores settled into a quiet life where she never remarried, and believed Wallace and Ronald were still alive out there somewhere. Traumatized by the event her nights are filled with restless, vivid and nearly prophetic dreams, until one fateful day where she receives a phone call urging her to sell the lot that housed the rotting structure of the old playfellow workshop. After revisiting she is transported into the neighborhood of Welcome Home where she is transformed into a puppet and treated as though she has always been a neighbor. It’s a race against the clock to return to her world as her concept of time and her memories slowly fade. She must find a way to escape the technicolor neighborhood, as well as discover the truth of her missing husband.
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