Picture ComicCon. Now add model trains and remote controlled boats. AND comics. AND prop vendors — to this day I regret not buying an Aliens pulse rifle cast from the original prop.
My four foot section was particularly great.
The octopus on top of the apartment building, clutching a Volkswagen, he was my favourite.
So I bought a bunch of Battletech mechs, rigged them up with fibre optic lights and miniature smoke generators, and had them take on the gigantic mutated animals.
This made no one happy.
Now, let me tell you a little about “prototypical”.
“You can’t run those together. That’s not prototypical,” was the complaint.
“My father worked for the Railroad for fifty years,” he started.
Eventually they gave up.
And friends, I did.
I added a tiny director’s chair and a couple of airstream trailers.
It was a movie set.
I used our brand new laser printer to make an incredibly tiny CLOSED SET sign. I put a little bouncer-looking gentleman beside it.
Turns out for years these fun stealers had been forcing changes on other people’s sections of track, and I inadvertently gave them ALL a way out: tiny movie company signs.
I printed dozens of them. We used them to counter every complaint.
Movie set. Done.
Because if it’s a movie set then the Batmobile can totally be coming out of this hill under this mansion.
Maybe I’ll tell this story to my kids and see if they want to build it with me.