It happened many years ago, back when the Sanchez Brothers were young and golden; the proud owners of their very own casino, specializing in the long-time favorite: slot machines. Your parents might remember these days-- that is, if they grew up in Onett. These days were a simpler time, when schoolchildren enjoyed the innocent fun of dropping a quarter in a machine, hoping to win themselves a can of fruit juice, or maybe even a Skip Sandwich. Perhaps it was the captivating simplicity of it all that attracted such large crowds to the Sanchez Brothers casino…
But one day, everything changed. New technology was beginning to engulf Eagleland into a new era, an era in which slot machines were becoming an outdated form of amusement, and consumers craved something more… interactive. Pancho and Pincho Sanchez just couldn’t compete; business plummeted, sales dropped, and soon the two young men were evicted from their building, in favor of what would become a much more successful video game arcade. Nearly all of their slot machines, once beloved by the public, were uprooted, incinerated, and buried in the Dusty Dunes Desert. The humble Sanchez Brothers had been utterly crushed by the new market in entertainment, leaving them homeless, poverty-stricken, and demoralized. They had spent the last of their money to buy back just one single slot machine, in a fruitless effort to keep their dream alive. But alas, it was broken, and so were the hearts of the unfortunate Sanchez Brothers.
Pancho and Pincho Sanchez spent many years as drifters, dragging around their last memento of the past. Along the way, they met Tomas Jefferson, who would later become a loyal friend to them, even to the point where some would incorrectly refer to him as the third Sanchez brother. It was, however, Mr. Jefferson who came up with the ingenious idea of making a “human slot machine.” With the aid of a few cardboard boxes and colored pencils, the three amigos had created a subtle revival of the old Eaglelandian pastime. The Sanchez Brothers hoped to reconstruct their business little-by-little and eventually buy back their old casino in Onett. It seemed as if a twinkle of light was finally shining in the dim world of Pancho and Pincho Sanchez…
…Unfortunately, they had only made a profit of about eleven dollars before being abducted by Porky and never seen nor heard from ever again.
THE END
But one day, everything changed. New technology was beginning to engulf Eagleland into a new era, an era in which slot machines were becoming an outdated form of amusement, and consumers craved something more… interactive. Pancho and Pincho Sanchez just couldn’t compete; business plummeted, sales dropped, and soon the two young men were evicted from their building, in favor of what would become a much more successful video game arcade. Nearly all of their slot machines, once beloved by the public, were uprooted, incinerated, and buried in the Dusty Dunes Desert. The humble Sanchez Brothers had been utterly crushed by the new market in entertainment, leaving them homeless, poverty-stricken, and demoralized. They had spent the last of their money to buy back just one single slot machine, in a fruitless effort to keep their dream alive. But alas, it was broken, and so were the hearts of the unfortunate Sanchez Brothers.
Pancho and Pincho Sanchez spent many years as drifters, dragging around their last memento of the past. Along the way, they met Tomas Jefferson, who would later become a loyal friend to them, even to the point where some would incorrectly refer to him as the third Sanchez brother. It was, however, Mr. Jefferson who came up with the ingenious idea of making a “human slot machine.” With the aid of a few cardboard boxes and colored pencils, the three amigos had created a subtle revival of the old Eaglelandian pastime. The Sanchez Brothers hoped to reconstruct their business little-by-little and eventually buy back their old casino in Onett. It seemed as if a twinkle of light was finally shining in the dim world of Pancho and Pincho Sanchez…
…Unfortunately, they had only made a profit of about eleven dollars before being abducted by Porky and never seen nor heard from ever again.
THE END
