Zach, Michael, Monica and Jeremy strolled down the paths of Pleasure Island together, as several passing kids gave weird looks at their little naked bodies.
The children were only a little shy at this. In fact, the coolness of the evening air tickled the kid's bodies as they walk. The only inconvenient aspect was walking bare footed around the pathways, which were occasionally littered with spilled food and drinks, and the occasional bird poop. Luckily, they made sure to watch their step, and the setting sun meant the concrete pavement wasn't frying the soles of their feet.
Eventually, the children found the place they were looking for: on the other side of a walkway facing the beach, there was a large shack with a giant colorful clown facade on the front, with the words 'FUNHOUSE' in large, lit-up letters. There wasn't any kind of ticket booth at the entrance, or any kind of adult.
"Can we just walk in?", Jeremy asked.
"Yeah, I think so," replied Michael "Come on!"
The children hurried through the curtained entrance. When they slipped through, they found themselves in an odd hallway with colorful walls, floors of soft foam mats, and multiple doors leading to different directions. Soft carnival music echoed through the building, and the children wondered how big this place really was.
"So, which one do we go into?", said Zach. The kids looked at each other, and then at the doors around them.
"How about this way?", Monica suggested, pointing to one certain door. The boys shrugged, and they followed Monica as she took the lead. Unknown to any of the kids, the room they entered into was going to do even weirder things to them...