Dr. Fantasy’s Magic Caboose

The final car on a speeding stockcar train displays a bold sign above its door: 'Dr. Fantasy’s Magic Caboose.' Young Indy leaps from the rooftop fight, reads the ominous label, shoves the door open, and steps inside with the Cross of Coronado. Fedora's men block the exit, turning the dim, cluttered interior—likely a carnival sideshow prop with faded magic posters and cramped benches—into a guarded trap. Train rails clatter below, wind howls outside, and shadows hide whatever dangers lurk within this rolling deception.