My mind is firmly set on making a mission to the culinary epitome of fine Deer Valley cuisine, the crab leg buffet.
Ima be going hard, gettin my money's worth.
Crackin and crushin these crabby little claws like high-crab-ohydrate diet is the coolest new craze!
Now, I don't want these high-society Deer Valley holiday tourists judging me on how many trips I'm making (won't draw attention to myself with towering plates), so I'll need expert level camouflage to blend in.
I've already had one unpleasant encounter on Main Street where a pack of pea-coat Ken Dolls made fun of my outfit as they walked by, and my fragile ego cannot handle another such blow.
In this town, people seem to blend in by trying to stand out, so all ideas are welcome.