Well, you didn't have to wait long, because another mascot approached you. He was a bright blue wolf dressed in a black suit jacket, white shirt, red neck tie, and black sunglasses. He carried a large briefcase with a bar association symbol on its lid, and bore a toothy grin you supposed was trustworthy. He extended his hand to you when he reached you.
"New guy, right?" he said, "The name's Legal Ludwig, head of the Whimsy World legal department."
"Sir Hammer," you reply, shaking his hand firmly, "Hamm for short is fine."
"Nice to meet you, pal," Ludwig said, "Fact is, I AM the legal department. I'm one of our resident administration mascots, alongside my wife Payments Patty, the pink poodle of payroll, Toucan Petey in public relations, and Milly the Husky in mascot resources. Basically, we are in charge of keeping things on the up and up. I trust you're settling in well?"
"I suppose so," you answer, "I'm still kind of trying to wrap my head around where I came from. I was told by my old mentor that I'm a brain scan clone? What does that mean?"
"Well I'd be happy to divulge our company secrets," Ludwig winked, "Just don't go around blabbing about it to the park guests, pal. Spoils the magic for the kiddos, y'know?" That sent a shiver down both of your spines. If there was one thing that you dreaded the most right now, it was ruining the magic for the children. The idea of doing anything that would make those kids upset revolted you.
"It... it isn't actually magic though, huh?"
"Well, not necessarily, Hamm," Ludwig explained, "Not that there isn't some magic involved, but to be honest it's mostly science that really powers this place. Medical and robotic science is what's behind us mascots, with just a pinch of metaphorical pixie dust. How I'm told it works by the egg heads in R&D is that we find people with friendly and passionate mindsets, give them free admission for a day, give their brains a quick MRI scan, and plug some of that brain data into a brand new family member. In return, we give the scanned guest some due compensation, y'know a few thousand bucks give or take and dinner on the house or lifetime passes and commemorative merch, that sort of thing. The last thing this place needs is being accused of being the source of disappearances, so there's no kidnapping or brainwashing or anything unpleasant like that involved, just a bit of plugging some personality and common sense into a super cyborg."
"Uh, how and why?" you ask.
"Well," Ludwig admits, "I'm not too knowledgeable about all of the technical little details. If you want a better explanation, your best bet is to talk with our resident physician Dr. Natalia Zyme. In fact," he pulled out a little card and gave it to you, "you're due for a check-up with her tomorrow evening! Standard protocol for all new hires, I assure you. Trust me when I say that if you want answers, she's got some."
"Thanks for the tip, Mr. Ludwig," you bow your head in respect.
"Just doing my job," Ludwig assured you, "Speaking of, I've gotta 23 skidoo on back to the office. See you around, pal! Sleep safely!" And with that he left the break room. It was a good thing he mentioned that, too! It's almost bedtime according the clock on the wall! Everyone else seemed to be getting ready to turn in for the night too, so you followed them to the bedrooms.
As you made your way to your bunk, you heard what sounded like a maintenance hatch closing behind you. You stopped to inspect the hallway, noticing the hatch in the wall. You decided against inspecting it further for now, too tired to bother at the moment. Maybe tomorrow, you tell yourself. For now though, your pillow was calling, and you needed to rest up for the next day.