Soon you found yourself at another dead end behind one of the rides. This time the wall activated automatically as you approached, opening up to a staircase leading down.
Down the stairs you traveled, deep into the underbelly of the park. Was there a wide underground network of tunnels and chambers down here this whole time? Why were they here? What purpose did they ultimately serve? How come you knew about this stairway in the first place?
At the bottom of the stairs you found yourself in a sort of cheerful main lobby area where you could see all kinds of mascots socializing. You regained full control of your body, as far as you could tell, and you decided to explore this strange underground a little bit. A monkey mascot dressed in overalls was telling cheesy jokes to a clown mascot who giggled with delight at each one. It was eerie how realistic his facial expressions looked as he laughed and laughed again. Everyone's facial expressions were realistic. So everyone here actually was a living, breathing mascot suit, or at the least mascot shaped?
You saw a princely doll mascot bragging to a butterfly-winged fairy about his popularity with the kids. The fairy girl rolled her eyes at the prince's pompous boasting, but she still seemed somewhat amused by his ego. You noted that the human-like mascots had those same sort of Popeye arms as you did, and mostly similar body proportions with a subtle degree of variation. The more animal-like mascots looked like they came right out of a Disney or Warner Bros. production. It was a strange distinction between races, but who were you to judge? You weren't a costume designer, you were a knight mascot, and it wasn't like any different sort of way of doing things would change much about that.
"MEAL TIME," you heard the loudspeaker chime. The mascots all happily filed in through a set of double doors at one side of the lobby. You instinctively felt compelled to follow them. You found it odd that you knew exactly where to go at all times, but it didn't really bother you all that much. You didn't feel like you were acting outside of your own power, even though you were pretty much acting unconsciously, non-autonomously even.
In the next room, the mascots all formed a semi orderly line for a set of cartoony machines that lined the far wall. As each mascot approached, the machines dispensed a small object into their hands. The line moved quickly and before long it was your turn. You held your thick, mitt-like, four fingered hands under the dispenser slot and it automatically dropped a chocolate frosted, loaf-shaped cake into your waiting palms. You followed the other mascots out of the room and experimentally took a bite of the cake. It was delicious! You couldn't pin down the flavor. Somehow it was salty and sweet, savory and spicy and chocolaty all at once. You popped the rest of the thing into your mouth, chewed and swallowed. You felt rather satisfied.
When all the mascots had received their meals, the loudspeaker chimed again. "BATH TIME," it announced, and you found yourself unequivocally agreeing with it. The mascots all split up and made their way to multiple doors on either side of the chamber. The door you went through led into a clean tiled room lined with curtained shower stalls. Stepping into one of the open stalls, you instinctively lifted up your arms over your head. Thin robot arms descended from the ceiling to remove your armor while other arms came from the floor to remove your pants and boots. Now stripped naked, a series of nozzles emerged and sprayed your whole body with soapy water from every angle. You took this time to both scrub your Stink-o-The-Day™ and get a better sense of your current biology.
As you previously surmised, your body was cartoony in proportion, with Popeye arms and thick legs and a semi-spherical head. It had no suggestion of nipples, an innie belly button, and not even a hint of genitals between your legs, only smooth flesh. And it was definitely flesh. The pleasurable sensation of the hot water against your skin made it clear that this was no suit. You had somehow been transformed into a living mascot. This didn't panic you as much as it probably should, for some reason your shower seemed more important. You moved your hands over your smooth body, spreading the soapy water around and rubbing it into your skin. You couldn't help but feel disappointed when the water stopped.
The nozzles retracted and the shower wall opened to dispense a warm towel. After you had dried your body and hair the mechanical arms returned to help dress you. You were given fresh underwear and socks and a blue shirt, which all hugged your smooth, featureless body snugly. Next you were given a fresh pair of white pants and polished boots, followed by your breastplate and helmet. Finally, you were returned your hammer, which you gratefully accepted, happy to be reunited with your treasured tool.
You regained full control of your senses and were able to rejoin the other mascots in the recreational areas. The loudspeaker chimed once more, "FREE ACTIVITY TIME. BEDTIME IN FOUR HOURS." Right, time to not only socialize, but find out just what is going on in this park. The only question was... would anyone know?