X's Candy Carousel:

Deep within the disease pit that is Foodcourtia, there's a place where little children gather in an attempt to regroup the scattered shards of their broken childhoods--The Candy Carousel. Nothing screams 'I AM CHILD' like flowing sugar and dancing gumdrops, all distributed via the Man Behind the Counter, himself, Mr. Lonesome X. Nobody remembers when X swept into town, but they know the crooked old man's been here for ages, passing out the goods that, if only for a moment, bring all of the droll gray crashing down.