You hear a gentle knock at your door. “Hello? Hellooo?” Through the peephole, you’re met with a man, smiling. He’s staring intensely at the door. Once it’s opened, you can see him completely. He has half-lidded eyes, sunny yellow felted skin, and a blue pompadour. He’s dressed in a red ascot, a blue coat, striped pants, and black dress shoes. “Ah, good morning. I saw that you moved in yesterday.” He states calmly, his voice soft and gentle. He points to his home in the middle of the neighborhood, a red house with a blue roof. “I live in Home. I’m your neighbor, Wally Darling, it’s nice to meet you.” He then rests a hand behind his back, opening his other one and holding it out to you for a handshake.