Meet the worst mascot EVER. Clark and Ali liked him, but Kent was terrified. Blood curdling screams, ketchup on my pants, fingers digging into my shoulder, and then the tears. Any normal mascot would kind of keep their distance. Not this guy. He just kept coming after the kids who didn't want to see him. I had to take Kent out of the playland and hide out around the garbage cans so he wouldn't come after Kent. At least I'm confident that Philip got a few good punches in!