JULY 11TH PART FOUR: Prehysterical Fun
Dinoland USA is home to two of the funniest rides in all of WDWPrimeval Whirl and Dinosaur!
Im sure Triceratop Spin is also pretty funny, but I cant say for sure as Ive never been on it. Though the fact that they chose a flightless dinosaur instead of, like, pterodactyls is already quite amusing.
We hit Primeval Whirl first.
This scientist fills me with so much joy. His eyebrows are a national treasure.
Primeval Whirl is hilarious for several reasons.
1. The Cheese Factor is incredibly high. Its Dinosaur minus all the fancy animatronics plus cardboard cutouts of hitchhiking dinosaurs and glitter. Disney made a cheap (looking) knock-off of their own ride. Its perfect.
2. Its crazy jerky. So jerky that it makes all of us groan in pain which then makes us laugh.
3. The spinning. Oh how I love the spinning
4. That one dinosaur holding the The end is near sign.
5. The comet going through that one dinosaurs The end is near sign.
6. Please stand up before exiting. BYE BYE!
After that, we ran over to Dinosaur.
Its fast. Its a blast. Its in the past.
Dinosaur houses one of the greatest things ever.
Not just one of the greatest things in WDW, one of the greatest things ever.
Its that good.
Ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls
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I now present to you, Theories of Extinction.
The beauty of this priceless work of art is that there are so many great things going on.
The, um,
artistic license on display here is golden.
Back in 2011, when I first really looked at this thing and didnt just walk right by, I found myself drawn to the diseased dinosaurs.
See? Very diseased.
The one with its tongue sticking out is my favorite. Unfortunately, I think it has fully succumbed to the mysterious dino-killing disease. RIP. The others are still in the drool-all-the-nutrients-out-of-our-bodies phase. It doesnt look fun.
The mental image of a world filled with emaciated, drooling dinosaurs stumbling everywhere zombie-style as the dino-killing disease eats away at their brains cracks me up. Someone needs to make this into a movie. Does Jurassic Park 4 have a script yet?
Here we have what Im assuming is some sort of underwater dinosaur or reptile (you can see part of its front flipper) who has croaked due to climate change. Ignore that it says Egg-Eating Mammals. Thats the title for whats happening below him.
This amuses me because A) thats a comically long neck and B) without water to swim in, Im picturing the guy Bambi-ing onto the ground. No control of his body. Just plop.
Again, the mental image of a world filled with these guys Bambi plopping to the ground cracks me up. As it should anyone with a sense of humor.
Now
that? That I cant make sense of.
What is the dinosaur sitting on? Is it a plant? A root of some kind? Or is it, like, a giant cretaceous octopus?
Were there giant cretaceous octopus? Those look like tentacles and theres an eyeball-ish thing in the mix.
Im stumped, you guys. I have no idea whats going on here.
Thats what makes it so funny.
To tl;dr it, the artist behind Theories of Extinction is a genius and you should all take time out of your trip to fully appreciate his or her work next time youre in the World. Thank you.
Another great thing about Theories of Extinction is that its not even the main attraction. I mean, it could be. I think itd draw large Maelstrom-esque crowds. Id sure wait in line to see it.
But its not.
The reason were all there, of course, is the ride. And its a darn good one.
Dinosaur is so much fun. Its dark. Youre being jerked all over the place. Giant robotic dinosaurs are roaring in your face. Its the perfect recipe for some (terrifying) hilarity.
You know what else is hilarious? Dr. Seeker and the rage that bubbles up within me thanks to that man.
Its totally irrational because this is a ride in a theme park but oh my god I hate him so much.
I dont think Ive ever hated a fictional scientist more.
I hate his stupid dinosaur puppet. I hate that he tells us to plug in our seat belts instead of fasten like normal people. I hate his blatant disregard for authority (TEAM PHYLICIA RASHAD). But, most importantly, I hate all the yelling. Youre the one who misjudged the size/proximity of the meteor shower, genius. Youre the one whos piloting this thing. In case you havent noticed, all we have in front of us are bars to hold on to and nets to put our junk in. Unless Time Rovers are propelled forward by water bottle and sunglasses-filled junk nets, we are in your hands. Screaming KEEP GOING!!! RIGHT!!! LEFT!! RIGHT!! EVASIVE MANEUVER!!!! at us does nothing but fill me with rage because people yelling at me about things that are out of my control is my #1 pet peeve. By the time the ride is over, Im ready to march right up to this fictional mans fictional office to give him a piece of my mind. And maybe my fist.
I hate you, Dr. Seeker. I hate you so much.
After the ride, we took the path that dumps you back in Chester and Hesters and made our way out of Dinoland.
Dinosaurs the way they were meant to be. Big, green, and fun! So true.
Dad and Katie were ready for dinner, so they peeled off at Flame Tree Barbecue.
Mom and I continued on. We were on our way to Festival of the Lion King.
We rushed over because we were cutting it close time-wise, but we made it with time to spare. We were seated in the lion section (aka the best section) which I was super pumped about. Roaring is so much more fun than the rest of the animal noises
and I can actually do it. I cant make an elephant sound to save my life.
Our fearless leader. Blinking.
Pumbaaaaa!
The people around us got really into it.
See? Hands-in-the-air clapping was happening. One of the number one signs of people having a good time.
Obligatory WHY CANT I BE THE SNAKE? ITS NOT FAIR. I WANT THAT COSTUME. CAN I AT LEAST HAVE ONE TO WEAR TO LIKE TARGET AND THE POST OFFICE, DISNEY? PLEEEASE? photo/comment.
Timon!
After the show, we met back up with Dad and Katie and then headed for the bus stop.
Apparently all those terrifying white birds live in these trees. Yuck.
Back at French Quarter, Mom and I grabbed some dinner at Sassagoula Floatworks and then we called it a night. It was our second to last night in WDW and we were pretty beat. We needed to rest up so we could go all out on our last park day.