It didn't take long for you to get a sense of the recreational facilities available to the mascots here. The main lobby was where the mascots entered this area, and it served as a hub to several key locations around the rec area. There was the door to the "Main Meal Dispensary" where you had that spectacular cake loaf, followed by a hallway that lead to the shower stalls and the toilets. Another hallway led to the bedrooms, each one appropriately themed after the character or group of characters who occupied it. They all felt childish, but really comfortable looking too, and each one seemed to be equipped with toys and possessions befitting their residents. Each room also had a set of speakers suspended from the ceiling, which you supposed served to announce the daily wake-up call. You took note of the location of your room for future reference, resolving to properly examine it later.
Past the Main Meal Dispensary, you found a door leading into a more conventional dining area where several mascots were socializing and enjoying snacks. The place resembled something of a fairy tale tavern mixed with a 60's soda shoppe, and you could hear ambient swing jazz quietly playing. Next door you noticed a TV room and a two different game rooms. The TV room had comfortable chairs and a sofa pointed towards a big screen TV currently airing some cartoon movie. One game room held things like arcade cabinets, pinball machines, and a pool table, while the other game room looked like it was for board-games and card games. You supposed if everyone were mindless slaves, this place wouldn't be necessary. Perhaps you were just born here and these things were just here because everyone would like it.
You decided to stop by the bar first, grab yourself a drink and maybe find a conversation. As you sidled up to the counter and took a seat, the bartender turned to you. Well, bar-matron as she was female. She was a cute white and brown spotted cow lady with curly brown hair held back with a bandanna, dressed in a pink blouse and lacy apron. She wore a name-tag that read "Matilda Milkmaid".
"Nice to meet you, hon," Matilda greeted you with a sweet, motherly tone, "What're we having?"
"D'you have root beer?" You ask the first thing that came to mind.
"Even better than that, how 'bout a root beer float?" Matilda replied, setting down a large mug of it in front of you. It looked marvelous with that big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. It even came with a red and white striped straw! One sip blasted you in the face with its earthy and creamy sweetness. Either mascots had crazy sensitive taste buds, or Whimsy World legitimately had the best root beer floats in the world! Before you knew it, your mug was empty and you'd ordered another.
"My my my! Someone certainly loves their soda pop," Matilda smiled as she served you a second mug, "It's always so moo-velous to see another happy patron!" You couldn't help but snicker at that cheesy pun.
"Well it was so nice that I just had to taste it twice!" you reply, which caused both of you to laugh, "Say, I betcha you meet a lot of people working the drinks counter. Surely you know a lot about this place."
"Well I should think so," Matilda said proudly, "I remember just about everyone I've ever met here! Speaking of, what's your name, hon?"
"I am the good Sir Hammer of Fantasy Kingdom," you answer with pride. That was weird. Your response was immediate and almost involuntary. "Of course, just Hamm for short's okay."
"Well nice to meetcha, Hamm!" Matilda smiled, "Welcome to Whimsy World! I know you're gonna bring so many more smiles to this place!"
"Yeah, nice to meetcha!" the joke monkey from earlier said from right next to you, "M'name's Albert! Albert T. Monkeekee if you please! My pastimes include telling jokes, hanging out, going bananas, and general monkeying around!" You tried to hold in a laugh, despite how bad that joke was. Matilda was laughing heartily
"Ooh, Albert!" someone else called, "Tell us one of your famous one liners!"
"Always happy to please a fan!" Albert smiled, "Here's one of my favorites:
"What kind of a key opens a banana? A MON-key!" He howled with laughter. It was a terrible joke, but it made you laugh all the same.
"Hey, hey, I got one!" you announce, "What does a banana see when they see you, Albert?"
"I know that one!" Albert smiled proudly, "They SPLIT!"
"Wrong!" you answer, "Bananas don't do anything!" Albert howled with laughter. It was pretty infectious.
"Yer alright, Hamm!" Albert clapped you on the back, "I've gotta try that one next time!"
You started trading joke after joke with the monkey. The jokes progressively got dumber and dumber as you went on monkeying around, but you found yourself laughing harder each time. You'd gone through four root beer floats by the time Albert ran out of material and bid you farewell. Good thing too, because you've been needing to pee since half an hour ago and you reeeeally can't hold it anymore. You politely excused yourself from the bar and rushed into the nearest bathroom. A thought occurred to you. How would this even work? You cleaned practically every inch of your naked body in the shower earlier so you knew that you didn't have anything between your legs.
You pulled your pants and undies down to your knees, and sat down on the toilet. You attempted to squeeze the pressure out of your lower abdomen the way you normally would when peeing, and immediately felt a thin stream of liquid pouring from your butt. Huh. So you just had the one hole for waste disposal. O... kaaaay...? Relief washed over your body and you decided to wipe with a bit of toilet paper before pulling your pants back up. That seemed correct. After washing your hands you returned to the dining space, looking for someone else to talk to.