Marshal's Stampede Indoor Bumper Cars
Master the Art of the Fender Bender
Crash into your competition and rev up for a round of classic bumper cars! Let your inner asphalt addict out for a rambunctious round of rubber road rage!
Peel out into nonstop action on this classic bumper car race in Ghost Town’s smash-friendly racing pavilion. Your dream cars have been pre-crashed for your convenience. Feel free to scuff ‘em, scratch ‘em, and spin ‘em around! Pick out your favorite — red, blue, green, or yellow – it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s fast! Ride alone, or choose a two-seater with room for a co-piloting side-kick.
In real life driving, the goal is to stay in between the lines, but on a bumper car course, there are no lines. Careening through the crowded track, swerve fast to miss a collision or you’ll bang right into your neighbor’s cars. Luckily those big rubber bumpers let you bounce off and keep right on driving — smack into the next fender bender!
Spin in a 360 or take off straight and fast, it’s up to you. Just watch out because — bam! This crash course is the most fun you’ll ever have in traffic.
Spirits creep to invade minds and feast until dawn, satisfied that their primitive mission has been fulfilled.
An enterprising man once made a fortune exploring – and exploiting – the land surrounding the Bumper Cars. While fighting his way up river, he endured leeches that stuck to him and sucked his blood, oily snakes as thick as a man’s leg, and sickly, whining bats that disturbed his sleep.
Halfway through the forest, the man’s business was abruptly completed when he encountered a tribe that had never imagined there was an outside world. On this very spot, now the cars slippery track, they killed – and ravenously ate – everyone in his group, except the intrepid entrepreneur.
A foul-smelling drink was forced down his throat, while tribal dancers performed their sick rituals all around him. They applied their leeches, called forth the snakes, and caused the bats to attack him. Then, his mind was invaded and made diseased by the tribe’s dreaded chief.
Finally released but still trembling, the man returned home as fast as he could. While he was at last asleep in his own bed, the tribal spirits gnawed their way through his brain and out his ears to freedom. To exact their revenge on “civilized” others like him, they settled in a grove of trees, not far from here. Ever since the park was built, they’ve terrorized our guests. On coasters and spinners alike, their victims ride in innocence, until it’s time for dinner.
Then, these spirits creep. They invade youthful minds and slowly, yet tastefully, feast until dawn, satisfied that – another night yet – their primitive mission has been fulfilled.
Minimum Height: 48″
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