We strolled into the blissfully-uncrowded DHS (isn't it weird how the crowds will inexplicably congregate in one park, and not another? AK had no EMH's, nothing special. The lure of the giraffes was just too strong for most, I guess.) and decided our first stop should be to the Muppets store, still in search for the elusive Beaker hat.
We walked in, no hat to be seen. I asked the CM behind the counter as to their whereabouts.
CM: We literally cannot keep those on the shelves. I THINK we're supposed to get more in by the end of the week, but I really don't know. Your best bet is to just keep checking!
Boo. Okay. It was to the point that I was scanning every single cart and store window that I could see, and stopping in a great percentage of all of the stores in the parks we were in. I could easily keep up this obsessive behavior for a few more days!
Since we were in the area (really, even if we weren't in the area at all, we'd still end up here) we decided to pay our good friends, the Muppets, a visit.
(Side note: We just bought The Muppets movie, has anyone else enjoyed the "pause/Disney intermission" feature??? Love.)
We walked into the preshow area approximately halfway through the show. Now, both of us are HUGE fans of the preshow (possibly even more than the actual show itself), and we always make it a point to watch the preshow in its entirety at least once during a trip. We briefly debated whether or not we wanted to just linger after this cycle of the show ended and then watch the whole thing, but then a moment of brilliance struck.
Me: Or we could leave and get a snack.
Wingnut: CARROT CAKE COOKIE.
Me: YES.
We swiftly left the theater, going back out the way we came, passing the same CM that had greeted us moments earlier. I had an excuse planned if she looked at us funny ("I have to go to the bathroom"), but she didn't even blink an eye as we flew past.
We entered the Writer's Stop, and for possibly the only time in our lives, there was absolutely no lingering or debate at the bakery case.
"One carrot cake cookie, please!"
We had never had one before, and were excited to experience the massive and legendary cakey goodness for ourselves.
Oh, hi.
A bit of a cross-section.
Rich, dense, and amazing, this cookie is absolutely everything it lives up to be and more. Two moist carrot cake cookies sandwich a layer of cream cheese "frosting" (quotation marks in place because, does it count as frosting when it's not on top of said item?)
(That might be one of my most philosophical statements to date.)
Wingnut put it simply, "That was the best snack we had on our trip." He maintained this stance through the many more treats we enjoyed during the week.
The Writer's Stop was pretty empty when we stopped (ha) by, and we snagged the adorable little corner counter seat.
We hung out for a few minutes, inhaling our cookie and people-watching.
Our plate, literally 2 minutes after sitting down.
Nom nom nom...
We probably could have easily eaten one each of these, but it made us (well, me at least) feel significantly more virtuous to split one.
Snack consumed, we returned to the Muppets, again passing by that same CM, who just smiled at us entering AGAIN.
Hi, again.
We were excited to see that the show was LITERALLY just starting.
Yay, 12 more minutes of Muppets whimsy!
My pictures in here are pretty pathetic, but I do love it, so they stay. Sorry.
Say it with me, "They're just tourists! What do they know?"
"We've also got Donald Duck!"
"GET OUT!!"
"Quack!"
When most of the people were entering the theater, I gave up and (gasp) very quickly used my flash. I know, I know. I'm sorry.
PIGS! IN! SPACE!!
We then entered the theater, I went back to my rule-abiding ways, and got a bad picture of the Yell and Howl projector.
Bean Bunny found, we headed out of the theater. Where to next? Wingnut's choice...
. And I guess, since it's here, 
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So.. super awesome animals (especially when they sneeze. Or eat new foods), but REALLY terrible nature exhibit. 
we had some stale peeps that we enlarged I the microwave 4 of them ballooned into what looked like a loaf of bread 
