Peng-Peng

Deep beneath the frost-bitten glow of the haunted pizzeria's Polar Playland Arcade, a lone animatronic penguin still performs for ghosts of children long gone. Peng-Peng, the Frozen Comedian, once filled birthday halls with laughter and snow-day jokes; until the blizzard hit. Now his jokes stutter through static, his bowtie stiff with ice, his smile cracked wide. Each night, the temperature drops as his sensors spark back to life. Somewhere in the dark, a warped jingle plays: “It’s ice… to meet you.”