Send us a text The Toy Museum has its own kind of gravity. Once you’ve visited a shelf, it tugs at you. Tonight, the Night Watchman finds himself back in the Barbie gallery. Same pink glow. Same tiny shoes. But the spotlight is different. It’s shifted to the left. [Soft click of a case light turning on.] NARRATOR: Onto a smiling man, molded hair, permanent tan, and a wardrobe that never quite decides what he does for a living. NIGHT WATCHMAN: All right, then. Your turn. KEN (slightly nervous, friendly): Wow. Okay. Hi. Uh… this is weird. Support the show Thank you for experiencing Celebrate Creativity.
