Mallow nodded absentmindedly at what the other mobian said but then paused when he mentioned robots and then asked where he worked. He had been wanting to make a new friend but... he just wasn't sure he was ready yet. "Um... ice rink. Going to do some skating." He lied. He didn't trust someone he just met that easily. He glanced down the road hoping his bus would get here already.

Mallow was in the process of putting on his ear phones when the stranger approached him and asked for his name. The albino raised a brown at this and looked at him, adjusting his glasses and lowering a listening device.

"Uhhhh... I'm sorry, have we met before?" He paused a moment, looking the wolf over and felt his body tense up as he was preparing himself to react quickly should this guy turn out to be an enemy.

Mallow's eyes narrowed when the crimson things approached and one swung its scythe at him. He instinctively jumped up, deftly avoiding the razor sharp blade and grunted. “Disgusting filth. Know your place!” he said, swinging a leg in a downward kick on the thing's head. It crumbled and shattered like the boulders he used to practice his kicks on, and the rabbit landed on the slippery floor. That was going to be a problem, he looked at where the thing had crumbled was starting to reform and return to its shape. That's going to be a bigger problem. “Focus Hawkins! These things are just puppets. Don't hold back!” he said, unaware of his partner's current meltdown. He hopped away from two other red enemies and landed near a far wall. “These things are going to keep regenerating as long as there's blood everywhere.” he said out loud. As he was plotting his next attack his eyes caught sight of a familiar red switch the wall opposite of him and it gave him an idea. Leaping into the air again, he used the heads of the golems as stepping stones in order to cross the slippery, sticky floor with better ease and then launched off the last one towards the switch. He fingers found the lever and pulled down. A sharp ringing sounded made him wince and cover his ears for a moment as the sprinklers installed in this building kicked off and water poured down in a heavy deluge that drenched everything.

Mallow placed a hand on Maria's shoulder. "We've got this. Kay? Just keep your head low, ears and eyes open. Follow my lead." He said, unable to give her the desired pep talk but this would have to do. The rabbit moved at a pace that he figured the deer would be able to keep up. Deers were quick, nimble creatures, the woodland creature embodiment of grace, but despite their fragile appearance, their kicks were powerful and their hooves were basically weapons attached to their feet and hands. Unlike rabbits which only had soft paws. Mallow felt that Hawkins would be a decent asset in this situation.

Mallow peered into the trampoline room. "Well, this looks fun. Don't they have rooms like this one in places for children that are very hyperactive?" he asked, before jumping down gracefully onto the trampolines. Heh... hehe... ha-hahahahaha! Okay, this was actually really fun. "Don't let that funnel cake fall, Mighty my man!" He exclaimed with excitement, quite unable to contain this strange boost of energy. Perhaps it was his nature as a rabbit/hare hybrid that was having such a blast with all the jumping around. Pretty soon, the albino was leaping off the walls and doing flips in the air, it was like he was reliving his years as a ballet dancer.

Mallow took another bite of the funnel cake. "Okay. Let's see if it deserves the title of 'House of Fun'." he said walking with Mighty over to the attraction.

"Come one, come all! Step right up! It's thrilling, it's chilling, it's the hilarious House of Fun!" The man announced drawing in the curious customers of the amusement park. "Two gentlemen here to experience the rib-tickling hilarity that is the House of Fun?"

His voice was a little too loud for Mallow's taste but the rabbit nodded. "Yes two tickets please," he said, hand extended for the slips of paper, making sure that the infernal stamp was showing.

"Alright, here you are. Enjoy." The announcer waved them through and resumed enticing the passing people to enter. His voice was eventually muffled by the heavy doors that closed behind the rabbit and the armadillo. Mallow blinked a few times. "I can barely see a thing in front of me, not that's much different from when I don't have my glasses on." his tone took on a very serious nature. "Mighty, what ever you do. Don't drop the funnel cake." he said, then smiled in the darkness.

The ride continued its ascent and decent for another round totaling in 3 goes before finally lowering its passengers gently back to the ground and coming to a stop. Mallow took a deep breath. "Wow... that was fun." He then realized that he was holding Mighty's hand and he let go. "Ah! Sorry. Didn't mean to grab you there." He said, unbuckling and hopping down, feeling his legs wobble a bit before he steadied himself. "You okay?" He asked, offering a hand to help the armadillo down. The rabbit's face was flushed but he was grinning like a loon. That ride had actually been fun.

Mallow nodded to Mighty's opinion of how this ride wouldn't be scary and added his own comment. "True, true. However, usually, those that think they would be comfortable with this ride because they are used to working in high places and whatnot forgets one important thing." His eyes locked with Mighty's. "You're not in control while you're falling. You're being strapped to a seat with harnesses and bars and are unable to get off as your body is being forced to ascend to a great height and then forced to fall without any means of slowing yourself down on your own power. You're completely at the mercy of the machine that is controlling you." He gave a bit of a creepy smile as he sat his drink down at the cubby holes and got into his seat, clicking the safety harness into place snuggly so he wouldn't fly out and possibly fall to his death. "Gives the experience a whole new thrill doesn't it?" he mused then patted the seat next to him as an invitation to Mighty's posterior.