You stand outside, staring at the name of the island. Pleasure Island, the name of the island from Pinocchio. The land where little boys are reduced to braying jackasses. "I never liked Disney" you comment and head inside.
Rides galore, with foodstands and kids running everywhere. You are already feeling quest from the ferry, and decide just to head to the pool hall. It's shaped like a giant eightball. That's weird because...