Joyful, weird, loud.

An old junk yard filled with vans. Folks say that the proprietor spent years there alone, viciously guarding the naturally defensible space, but was more than cordial if ever seen beyond its walls. Recently, the doors burst open and pyrotechnics lit the sky with the little man at the centre of it all in a glimmering coat and top hat. He is now openly encouraging folks to come visit - for nominal fee, of course.