@edgarblythe,
When I was a kid going to the Saturday matinees (generally a horse opera) there was this guy (a grown up, physically) who always sat on the very end of the front row, with all the little tykes. And every week he brought the same thing to eat during the pictures; a head of cabbage and a salt shaker in a big brown grocery store bag.
Wackiest thing was, he always talked all the way through the movie. "Look out, there!" "He's behind that rock!" "Git 'im!" "Hang on, he's moved behind that other rock."
He was heck of a lot more fun than any of the movies, constantly being pummeled with popcorn bags and candy wrappers, but so deeply engrossed was he in directing the action, he seemed totally oblivious. Even so, he never failed to take the grocery bag with him when the movie ended.
Our little town had a lot in common with Mayberry.