The Tragedy of a Pinball Wizard

Wally's Pinball Palace

The crew had finally arrived at the legendary Wally's Pinball Palace. As they exited the vehicle, Oliver took a moment to soak it all in. The glory, the splendor, the majesty of Wally's Pinball Palace could be at times too much to bear. Oliver shed a tear. No matter how many times he would return to Wally's, he would never cease to be impressed with it.

"No matter how many times I return to Wally's, I will never cease to be impressed." Oliver spoke with reverence. "Let that sink in."

Geeves and Mr. Otis gazed upon Wally's with Oliver. As they stood, a voice called out to them. "Hey, could I have some help please?" the voice asked. Mr. Otis looked around him and saw no one other than his two friends.

"I'm down here, sir!" the voice called again. Mr. Otis looked down toward his feet. To his surprise, there was a sink standing there! "I'm not tall enough to reach the handle!" The sink explained.

"Of course, I'm so sorry." Mr. Otis said as he pulled the door open for the sink.

"It's not a kind world for a sink to live in." the sink muttered to itself as it hopped through the door.

"I told you to let that sink in guys! You're making us look bad!" Oliver scolded. "Whatever, it's fine. We have bigger fish to fry gentleman!" Oliver gestured toward the door. Geeves held the door open for Oliver and Mr. Otis to pass through, making himself the last one to enter.

As they made their way to the front desk, people took notice of the group's presence. As they passed the other patrons, most stopped what they were doing and bowed to them.

"What do you make of this Geeves? It kind of gives me the creeps, if you ask me. Why are all these people bowing to us?" Mr. Otis whispered.

"I don't know sir." Geeves replied. "If I had to guess, it seems as though Master Oliver has made quite a name for himself here."

"You can say that again. These people practically worship the ground he walks on! It's like the religion of pinball and Oliver is their god! Damn, I just don't understand how people can believe in such strange religions like that!" Mr. Otis scoffed.

"Pardon me if I am speaking out of turn here sir, but are you not the same man who tried to evangelize me into the religion of soiling one's own trousers on the way here?" Geeves inquired.

"Why, Geeves! Might I remind you that I was there? I am a witness! Our Sparky can be one of only three things: a liar, a lunatic, or the lord! Please Geeves, I beg of you that you think about these things before you speak again on the subject!" Mr. Otis corrected.

"Ah yes, Master Otis. Forgive me. I will hold my tongue next time." Geeves said calmly.

"Would both of you please shut up? You're totally killing the vibe." Oliver was growing impatient with his companions. He stopped walking and turned to address his crew. "Now, we're about to meet Wally himself. I'm warning you now, don't you dare mention his height. He's very self-conscious about it. It's a really touchy subject."

As they made their way to the counter, the man standing behind it called out to them excitedly. "Oliver! Welcome back, Master!"

"Wally! How's my favorite Wally?" Oliver called back. Wally was a balding man in his late 30's or early 40's. He wore glasses that contained the largest frames any one of them had ever seen before. The glasses made Wally's eyes behind them look enormous, functioning like a magnifying glass attached to his face.

Mr. Otis leaned over to Geeves and whispered, "he doesn't look all that short to me." After Mr. Otis said this, Wally climbed down from the stool he was sitting on behind the counter and disappeared from view. He quickly re-emerged, running from the register to greet Oliver.