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Pranks are Truman’s livelihood. He’s an overconfident kid when it comes to his ideas and schemes, and pranks are how he plays. When the deal is made to refrain from pulling any all day, the words don’t quite digest once he hears the words ‘amusement park’.
Throughout the day, his conscience is spotty. He attempts to isolate himself, but every itching moment has his fingers twitching toward a slingshot and his mind overflowing like a volcano. Just one little prank… is that so bad?