Answer: It is what happens when the out-of-touch millennial you hired to do your marketing for you gets into Mommy or Daddy’s drug stash from the 80’s. Talk about FUCKING STUPID. I mean, I know that the name “Flyer” doesn’t exactly lend its name well to a mascot, but in this situation, a red wagon with googly eyes would have been more acceptable.
I don’t even know what else to say. Just going to shake my head and walk away.