Chugging down the rolly polly pebble Kansas road heading to places unknown is not lyrics from some obscure steer raising cowboy song. It is the beginning of a story of four cantankerous chaps who headed west to find the holy grail of sculpted animated characters. Not just any pocket knife bass wood carved oddity. We are talking neck popping, barbie doll hair flapping, ram colliding crazy fun figurines. Whittled beings, whose only purpose in life is to twirl and twist left right up and down in choreographed chaos. Motorized gears pushing and pulling a tangle heap of wires beneath their feet, paws, and webbed whatevers. Creating a dance so magnetic they attract flocks of deities, edamame farmers and ministers like bees to a squilling pig lathered in honey.
Where can you find this carnival of one act motorized plays? In a ring-a-ding village surrounded by fairytale farmland named Belleville. The town of 1,500 chickens, tractors and cow-folk chimes a little louder because of one man who goes by the name of Paul Boyer. He is the man behind the mayhem. King Midas if you please. Everything he has touched has turned to gold, figuratively speaking of course.