It was just about time for the next Flights of Wonder show so we headed there next, stopping along the way to pick up a couple of bottles of water to try and replace the copious amounts of fluid we had already sweated out this morning. We were all feeling like Sweaty von Sweaterson from Sweatsville. Gotta love that Florida humidity. As we were leaving the Flights of Wonder I overhead a little boy tell his father, That was awesome Dad! Now can we go on a really FAST ride?
After Flights of Wonder, it was time for the Kali River Rapids Fast Passes. Feeling like I was already wet enough for the morning, I decided to sit this one out so Larry, Michael and John took off for the ride while I looked around in a couple of shops and picked up a show schedule so we could check out the times for Festival of the Lion King and *gulp* Finding Nemo: The Musical.
With Johns love of music and performing, I knew he would absolutely LOVE the shows at WDW. He didnt catch any performances when he was here previously, so I had vowed to make sure that we saw as many shows as possible this trip. Unfortunately, at Animal Kingdom, that meant Finding Nemo.
I realize that there are tons of people out there who really like Finding Nemo: The Musical, so Im sure its just me but I find the whole thing duller than watching continental drift. I cannot emphasize this enough without resorting to italics. I appreciate the fact that the puppetry is exceptional and I like bubbles just as much as the next person, I really do, but I just think that the show sucks and should be force-fed into the great maw of historical obscurity.
My therapist thinks Im too judgmental but thats because hes an idiot.
So, here we go, a list of reasons that Robin hates Finding Nemo: The Musical:
1. The MusicalOh my bleeding ears, THE SONGS! Actually, I should say the song because most of them have the same tune. Big Blue WOR-UR-URLD! Thats my DA-A-AD! Go with the FLO-O-OW! Kill me NOW-OW-OW!I realize that Elton John and Tim Rice are busy folks but could Disney not have gotten some decent songwriters? Lennon and McCartney? Rodgers and Hammerstein? Jagger and Richards? Ben and Jerry? Bueller? Anyone? Anyone?
But Robin, you say, most of those people are dead or, as in the case of Keith Richards, un-dead. Point taken, but Im betting that, even dead, they could have come up with better songs. Or, at least, silence.
I always assumed that the songs were written by some vagrant intern named Biff or Pemberton. Imagine my surprise when I found out that they were actually written by a Tony Award winning composer and his wife (Robert Lopez and Kristen Anderson-Lopez). Im sure theyre a very talented pair but what can I say? Everybody makes mistakes. Even the Beatles let Ringo sing on a song or two.
2. Dorys VoiceSweet, merciful monkeys that voice grates on my nerves! Im sure most people find it cute and endearing but it just makes me want to punch a baby. Im sorry but on my list of Things I Want to Pound with a Shovel, Dory has to be number one.
3. The PlotExactly how many times can one fish die? Ten? Twenty? Oh, no! Nemo got caught in the filter and now hes dead. Oops. Nope, hes back up again. Dear me, the good doctors niece has pulled a Shake n Bake with Nemo and now hes dead. No, my mistake, hes up again. Egads! Poor little Nemos been flushed out to sea and has died at the bottom of the ocean. This just in: Nemo is alive and well. Of all the bad luck, Nemo has sacrificed himself by swimming into a net and rescuing Dory but has paid with his own life. Never fear, Nemos still swimming. Honestly, that little fish pops up more than Hugh Hefner on Viagra.
I miss Tarzan Rocks. Tarzan Rocks was great. Tarzan Rocks rides a Harley while juggling rescue puppies. Tarzan Rocks disembowels Finding Nemo: The Musical with the tusk of a Narwhale. I appreciate those of you who love Finding Nemo: The Musical and I respect your opinion. Agree to Disagree. Especially if by Lets agree to disagree, you really mean: Lets each continue to think the other person is an idiot.
Anyway, heavens to Betsy Im way off topic. I think when we last left the Wilmots they were on Kali River Rapids and Robin was picking up a show schedule. When the boys got off KRR, Michael was fairly wet, John was fairly dry, and Larry had taken the brunt of the water in his shoes. He removed his socks, wrung them out, and put them in a small plastic bag inside his camera bag. He decided dampish shoes with no socks trumped dampish shoes with sopping wet socks.
We were ready for lunch and decided that Flame Tree Barbecue sounded good so thats where we squished off to next. Michael got the rib plate with key lime mousse for dessert, John got the pulled pork sandwich with chocolate mousse, Larry got the turkey sandwich with grapes for his dessert (they didnt have any sugar-free dessert options and Larry has diabetes), and I had the rib and chicken combo and the chocolate mousse. We all got soft drinks to drink but we all got some ice water as well because we were quite thirsty from the heat.
We settled in at a table and I noticed that the man at a table near us was having trouble keeping a couple of cranes away from his food. I know that the wildlife can get quite aggressive over food, especially when people feed them but I must admit that Im sometimes the culprit when it comes to sharing a bit of food with the birds. Sometimes I just cant resist, although I do try. Anyway, the cranes were fairly aggressive and I made up my mind not to share any of our food with the birds when I happened to look down and there, at my side, was the sweetest little duck looking up at me longingly with her little beady eyes. She didnt quack or demand food but merely stood there, blinking at me and shifting quietly from webbed foot to webbed foot.
I obviously didnt want anyone to see me feeding the birds, especially with the crane situation at the next table, so I quietly stole a bit of the crust from Larrys sandwich and ever so casually, slipped it down to the little duck. She gratefully took it and was very quiet about it. Whew! Everyone wins.
I went back to eating my lunch and talking with Larry and the boys when I felt a little tap on my hip. It really didnt register at first, but then I felt it again. I looked down and saw the little duck patiently standing there. Had that been her? Surely not. For good measure, I took another little bit of Larrys bread and handed it to her and then went back to eating.
After a few seconds, I felt the tap again. John started laughing and pointed at the duck that was by my side. She would stand up almost on tip-toe (I know ducks dont have toes, but you get the picture) and poke my leg with her beak. Nothing aggressive, just a little hey, remember me? I shushed John and tried to ignore the taps but she was persistent as well as polite. Hey. *poke* Hey. *poke*
The man who had been having the crane issues had left by now so I fed her some more of Larrys bread. *poke* I tried to talk to the boys *poke* but John was too enthralled with the duck *poke.* A family at another table *poke* noticed the duck *poke* tapping at my leg *poke* and they began to laugh at us as well *poke.*
After lunch, we said good-bye to our dining companion and headed to the 1:30 showing of Festival of the Lion King. John absolutely loved the show and said it was now his new goal to come work for Disney and be in the production.
Lion King = GOOD SHOW
My mom had called us during the show so, after it was finished I took a minute to call her back and fill her in on our day so far. She had picked up Ed from our house and was feeding him lunch before she took him to the airport for his flight to Orlando.
After we finished talking with Mom and Ed, we went to see Its Tough to be a Bug. I loved watching Johns reaction to everything since it was all new to him.
Sadly, after Its Tough to be a Bug, it was time for the next showing of Finding Nemo: The Musical. John loved this show as well while Larry, Michael and I wanted to kill ourselves. We do love John however, so we were okay with sitting through the show for him. He owes us BIG TIME.
Please, Mr. Shark, put us out of our misery!
Nemo had pretty much finished us off for this park so, after a quick walk through Dino-land on a mission to spot the elusive Smilodon (Its a whole thing with my sister, Paula. A Smilodon is the proper name for a saber-tooth tiger and they had a picture of a very happy tiger with a caption that read Smilodon sez Have a Nice Day in Chester and Hesters Gift Shop. Paula had asked Michael to look for it and to take a picture of the Smilodon for her.), we exited the park and headed back to the hotel to check out our rooms. We arrived back at ASMo around 4:30. We stopped by the food court to pick up the refillable mugs that came with our Quick Service Dining Plan. Michael and John both picked out a snack (Nesquick chocolate milk for Michael and a bag of chips for John) while Larry got a piece of sugar-free cherry pie and I discovered the beauty of the made-to-order ice cream cookie sandwich.
Not the Smilodon, but quite cheerful nevertheless.
At the Rialto ice cream shop you got to choose what kind of cookies you wanted (chocolate chip for me, thank you) and what kind of ice cream you wanted (cookie dough) and they made a GINORMOUS ice cream sandwich for me that would easily feed four people. All for one little snack credit. I ate about half of the ice cream and about a third of the cookie. Next time Ill cut it into three or four pieces and share it with everyone.
Our rooms could not have been in a better location. We were on the second floor just around the corner from the swimming pool so we were close to everything but didnt have to deal with the noise from the pool. Our room and the boys room were connecting. Eds room, though we didnt have the key to it yet, was on the other side of Michael and Johns room so we were all three in a row. Brilliant.
Our luggage was waiting for us when we got to our rooms so we unpacked a bit and then decided to rest for a while. I called Mom (I had taken her grandsons from her, so I had to call her a lot!) and talked to her for a while and then updated my trip report notes. Larry (aka Captain Kipper) went straight for the nap option and I joined him after a while.
And nap we did. Michael came in at 7:30 (yikes!) and woke us up. I guess we still hadnt really caught up on our sleep from our cross-country drive. Michael talked to me for a while and then he and John went down to the food court to get some dinner while Larry and I got dressed.
By the time Larry and I got to the food court, Michael and John were finished eating. Michael had the first of what was to be many orders of the food courts Chicken Penne Alfredo. Larry and I decided that we didnt really want to take the time to eat and wed just pick up something later in one of the parks. Our plan for the evening was to go to a grocery store and pick up some items for breakfasts, go to Hollywood Studios to watch the 10:00 showing of Fantasmic!, then meet up with Ed and go to the Magic Kingdom for Extra Magic Hours. Hey, you only live once.
We headed out for the Publix grocery store that we had seen last night when we ate at Moonfish. John had accidentally left his shower gel and shampoo in last nights hotel so he needed to replace that. Larry went to the produce section to go pick up some fruit while I headed to toiletries to get Johns stuff and to pick up some antibiotic cream because Larry had a hang nail that had gotten infected.
As I was going down the aisle, Michael came up to me and said, You need to have a talk with Aunt Paula (my younger sister). She just sent John a text that said Look at my butt.
Wha?
Flabbergasted, I said something calm and reassuring to the boys like, Has she lost her freaking MIND?
John was focused intently on his phone. She didnt send you a picture, did she?! I said. John said that Paula had just sent another text that said Sorry. That was meant for Kate. Kate is Paulas best friend and I suppose that having your best friend look at your butt rather than your young nephew was a BIT preferable, but that really in no way made her first statement any better.
Another text message came through from Paula: George Michael is on closing ceremony. Aunt Robin will understand.
Ah, yes. Now it becomes clear. About a bazillion years ago there was a really funny skit on Saturday Night Live where Dana Carvey plays George Michael in a segment of Weekend Update with Dennis Miller. George is upset because a commercial failed to focus on his butt. Look at my butt! he tells Dennis, Its perfectly round. British scientists calibrate their instruments by it. Its a force to be reckoned with. Accept it before it destroys you!
Obviously George Michael was singing at the closing ceremony of the London Olympics and Paula had meant to text Kate the SNL quote. Mystery solved and Child Protective Services avoided. Check.
With that issue out of our way we went back to the business at hand of purchasing cereal, milk, bagels, cereal bars, shampoo and shower gel, and various other necessities. We also picked up a bag of ice so we could keep the milk cold in our cooler until we got back to the ASMo.
Shopping done, we headed for MGM and arrived just before 10:00. We scrambled onto a waiting tram and had the privilege of being the only passengers. The announcer was still quite perky even for this late hour.
We quickly made our way to the amphitheater where we stood in line for a few minutes before they started letting us in. We sat down in the Pocahontas section about mid-way down. After about 10 minutes an announcement came over the loudspeaker. Ladies and Gentlemen, due to circumstances beyond our control, tonights showing of Fantasmic! has been canceled. As an apology, wed like to give you a small taste of the show.
The lights dimmed, the fountains fired up, and April Showers began to play. At first we thought it was a joke that the Cast Members were playing, but when they began to shoot off the fireworks we realized that they really had canceled the show and were now just deploying the fireworks because they couldnt keep them all set up until the next day.
It was a shame that we werent able to see the full show but it was nice of Disney to go ahead and put on what show they could for us. Their fireworks are always impressive. We got up after the last of the fireworks had exploded and began walking to the exit. Most of the guests were very understanding about the situation but there were a few families that were really laying in to some of the Cast Members on the way out. VACATION RUINED!
To hear them tell it, the very fabric of our culture is now threatened because Fantasmic! was canceled. You see, this is their last night at WDW and little Susie was SO looking forward to seeing Fantasmic! and now shes been denied her rights as a theme park guest and shes going to have to go through years of therapy and blah de blah degibbity blah
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I felt really sorry for the Cast Members who had to deal with the angry guests. Chill, people. Its only a show. And it could have been worsethey could have shown Finding Nemo: The Musical instead.
Not only did they cancel Fantasmic!, but some of the lights are burned out at our hotel. SHUT IT DOWN!
We trammed it back to our car and then drove back to the ASMo to pick up Ed. We had called Ed on our way back from the grocery store. He had made it safely to the hotel and had checked in. We called him again now and told him we were on our way. He said hed meet up with us at the Food Court.
Back at the resort we met up with Ed and then grabbed the first bus to the Magic Kingdom. I had thought that Disney had extended the closing hours of the Magic Kingdom from 10:00 to 11:00 which would also push back the closing time of the Extra Magic Hours from 1:00am to 2:00am. As we were riding the bus however, we learned that Extra Magic Hours were over at 1:00. It was almost midnight when we pulled up to the Magic Kingdom so our time in the park would be short. I told the boys to race on ahead so they could get more rides in. Michael and John planned to go straight to Space Mountain (which John had already ridden) and then to go to Big Thunder Mountain Railroad (which John hadnt ridden). Larry and Ed were headed to Space Mountain first as well and then to Buzz Lightyear.
I picked up a coke at Caseys Corner and picked out a bench by the Partners statue where I could wait for all my boys. Disney played the Kiss Goodnight at Cinderellas Castle at 12:30 and then they played it again at 1:00. Larry and Ed met up with me shortly after 1:00 and Michael and John arrived about 10 minutes later. They had met Zack and Tiffany, two cousins from Texas and had spent the time with them riding Space Mountain again and again. Larry and Ed had indeed ridden Space Mountain and Buzz Lightyear.
They played the Kiss Goodnight again as we walked down Main Street towards the exit. John stopped to film it with his phone. A bus pulled up as we arrived at the bus stop and we were back at the All Stars around 2:00am. We quickly divided up the groceries between the three rooms (its great that they have refrigerators in every room now) then Larry and I went to bed. Ed said he watched half an episode of Lost on Netflix before he fell asleep. Michael and John went swimming until 3:30.