Well disguised stalkers

If some crazed kidnapper ever wanted to secure one of our kids, all he or she would need to do is rent a cute costume. Our kids become mascot stalkers on the turn of a dime. They'd be lured anywhere by a big, fake head.

Kings Island's Scooby Doo has had to peel himself away from them. Several weeks ago it was Mr. Red Legs at a local carnival. Today, well, it was the unsuspecting Easter Bunny. He received no less than six hugs, ten high fives, two nose taps and three kisses.