He just blinks at the mad props, baller with cash statement, glancing up at the skylight which... is just a skylight. Tim can manage most of Punchy's lingo; that isn't the problem. He's obviously missing some connecting thread.

Or it's just more of the puppet crazy bleeding through. Forget about it, for now.

"Main Street," Tim said automatically. "Didn't they have those bullhorn looking speakers on poles to broadcast sound for the parades? Those have to be receiving."

He had no idea how it was that he remembered this, but it seemed as likely a spot as any. There were other places, rides heavy on VR, that might have similar tech, but Main Street was the friendliest option. How could anything go wrong on quiet little Main Street?