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Mister
Airwick now resides in 'The Perfume Garden,' a verdant patch of forest just
beyond the Funhouse pavilions. Here, the richly aromatic flowers, plants and
shrubbery serve to mask his scent while rendering the occasional unwary visitor
groggy, docile and receptive to his enchanting hospitality...
The
Secret of Mr. Airwck's Scent
The
dear boy himself
The birth of Mister Airwick
REVISED
IMAGE! For
some, all it takes is the tiniest sniff... REVISED
IMAGE!
... and they're never the same again
(Others, however, require a touch more 'encouragement'...)
"Don't you wish you
had a tail just like mine?"
Sniff-sniff?
"How nice of you to drop in"
Is he enjoying his TF, or just intoxicated by the scent?
"Being a skunk just grows
on you"
REVISED
IMAGE!"Did
you say something?"REVISED
IMAGE!
"Pardon me"
"Whoops!"
REVISED
IMAGE!"I
don't really smell that bad, do I?"REVISED
IMAGE!
REVISED
IMAGE!"Why,
I think you smell wonderful!"REVISED
IMAGE!
All sorts of plants
bloom in the Perfume Garden
(or, 'Never Smoke Sunkweed with a Skunk')
A few of Mr. Airwick's other visitors
Meet
Mr. Airwick
A Phunhouse
Photomorph!