Disney POD 5 -- Trapped in character jail
As the teacups led us away from Tomorrowland, there were loud and angry choruses from the peanuts in the gallery. "Mickey! MICKEY! Can we see Mickey now? How 'bout now?"
Turns out we actually know nothing about how to find Mickey in Disney World, but we thought perhaps a section called Mickey's Toontown Fair might help us out. And lo and behold, such a place appeared:
The special people that created this character habitat set it up in the following way:
* have the mindless minions (that's us!) enter multiple parallel queues, the ends of which cannot be seen
* to entertain the minions as they wait in said queue, funnel them into the dark heart of a buildling with no windows or doors. Allow them to stare at puke-green 70s carpeting. Oh! And those dated wood-plank-looking walls. Perhaps put tiny framed pictures of smiling people cuddling up to their favorite Disney character, inspiring the minions that hope waits for them just around the bend
* at the end of the queue, repeatedly take many many many people from the same line back into a room no one can see, what must be the character area. Keep all other lines chained off and make sure they can see that they are being passed over. Offer no explanation as to why
Isaac was amazing in his Job-like patience, waiting in this mysterious line which had no obvious end. But poor 21-month-old Jakey. Remember how much he loved the teacup ride? His next Disney adventure was to stand in line for 45 minutes to see "Mickey". He was so happy.
There was no mention, at all, of who we were doing all this waiting for. We assumed it was Mickey, and stupidly talked that up to the boys. Instead, it was Goofy and Pluto. Lucky for them, my boys are psycho in love with Goofy.
All the fussing and drama evaporated when we finally got to love on some characters. The Disney authorities also let us linger for a generous amount of time, which was the most important part. Perhaps you can tell that Isaac is nearly bursting with glee.
When we finally made it out of the County Bounty, we realized Mickey's House was right next door.
We wandered through the rooms, which were all dolled up for Christmas. When we made it out to the garden, we saw that there really was a designated place to meet Mickey, in a big tent in his backyard.
Inside, the line to meet Mickey was over an hour long. Isaac wanted to go so bad, and I'm so sorry to tell you that, after having wrestled with Jacob for the better part of 12 solid hours that day, my aching biceps made me scream oh HECKY naw. We told him instead that he would get to meet Mickey in person, for sure, the next day at a restaurant, where we had reservations for brunch. Mickey would even cook him breakfast.
Turns out we actually know nothing about how to find Mickey in Disney World, but we thought perhaps a section called Mickey's Toontown Fair might help us out. And lo and behold, such a place appeared:
The special people that created this character habitat set it up in the following way:
* have the mindless minions (that's us!) enter multiple parallel queues, the ends of which cannot be seen
* to entertain the minions as they wait in said queue, funnel them into the dark heart of a buildling with no windows or doors. Allow them to stare at puke-green 70s carpeting. Oh! And those dated wood-plank-looking walls. Perhaps put tiny framed pictures of smiling people cuddling up to their favorite Disney character, inspiring the minions that hope waits for them just around the bend
* at the end of the queue, repeatedly take many many many people from the same line back into a room no one can see, what must be the character area. Keep all other lines chained off and make sure they can see that they are being passed over. Offer no explanation as to why
Isaac was amazing in his Job-like patience, waiting in this mysterious line which had no obvious end. But poor 21-month-old Jakey. Remember how much he loved the teacup ride? His next Disney adventure was to stand in line for 45 minutes to see "Mickey". He was so happy.
There was no mention, at all, of who we were doing all this waiting for. We assumed it was Mickey, and stupidly talked that up to the boys. Instead, it was Goofy and Pluto. Lucky for them, my boys are psycho in love with Goofy.
All the fussing and drama evaporated when we finally got to love on some characters. The Disney authorities also let us linger for a generous amount of time, which was the most important part. Perhaps you can tell that Isaac is nearly bursting with glee.
When we finally made it out of the County Bounty, we realized Mickey's House was right next door.
We wandered through the rooms, which were all dolled up for Christmas. When we made it out to the garden, we saw that there really was a designated place to meet Mickey, in a big tent in his backyard.
Inside, the line to meet Mickey was over an hour long. Isaac wanted to go so bad, and I'm so sorry to tell you that, after having wrestled with Jacob for the better part of 12 solid hours that day, my aching biceps made me scream oh HECKY naw. We told him instead that he would get to meet Mickey in person, for sure, the next day at a restaurant, where we had reservations for brunch. Mickey would even cook him breakfast.
Labels: disney, photo-a-day
posted by Claire at 12:55 AM
3 Comments:
this disney story is suspenseful...are they going to meet mickey, is he going to live up to their expectations? will the blonde headed boys riot if there is no mickey...stay tuned. (i know there is mickey breakfast coming up but he could be sick and not show up.) :-)
Oh, I know. The fun I am having with this... it should be ILLEGAL.
Without a doubt the BEST description ever of the Disney line (herd management)system!
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