It was a rainy day in Utah. Michael lay on his bed in his room when he heard his father, William, calling his name from the basement, where he worked on his animatronics.

When Michael arrived, William was already there, tightening screws on Circus Baby’s animatronic with a screwdriver. The desk was cluttered with planning maps, scattered tools, and several spring-lock suits, all illuminated by the dim basement lights.