Sarah loves Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. David loves Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. Mommy and Daddy love Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. Scotty had ridden it once in 2010, when he was 4 years old. Scotty did not love Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. But in a democracy, the majority rules, and we had 4 votes against 1, so the matter was settled. Unless its a modern democracy, in which Scotty can hire lobbyists to argue that his constitutional right of happiness (no longer just the pursuit thereof) is more important than the will of the majority, and that he actually deserves monetary reparations for being forced to endure the trauma of us even considering the idea of riding Big Thunder Mountain Railroad.
Fortunately, our family is a dictatorship (sometimes benevolent, sometimes tyrannical). And we had Fast Passes. Were going.
We got in line and moved through fairly quickly. Everyone was excited to ride, and even Scotty was doing ok. We figured that in the past 2 years, hed grown quite a bit. Plus, he had enjoyed Soarin, Mission: Space, and Star Tours, so we were banking on the fact that his tolerance for the rides had improved a great deal. We finished the queue, got seated, and set off on the wildest ride in the wilderness.
We had a blast, as usual. We yelled, we laughed, we thrilled to the dips and turns. How was it this time, Scotty?
Oh.
I guess that yelling and screaming I heard throughout the ride wasnt all positive. Im not really sure how he can enjoy all of those other rides and not this one, but something about it sets him off. Naturally, well just try again in a couple of years. Make sure you spell our names correctly when you fill out your
Parents of the Year nomination form.
We set off for the east side of the park. On the way, we saw Brer Rabbit and crew having a hoe-down. Which begs the question, have you ever seen a hoe-up? Besides when you step on the end of one?
Our next stop was another new experience for the kids. Now put yourself in our shoes for a moment. (Mine are a size 10, for reference.) You have 3 kids, 2 of which are known to be skittish about dark rides and loud noises. One of them is freshly traumatized from the ride you just experienced. And you're working hard to be named Parents of the Year. Where would you go to find the antidote to your child's angst?
Im sure youre thinking that our cheese has done slid off our cracker at this point. But wed told the kids ahead of time that we wanted them to try it, it wasnt that scary, etc. Id done the
YouTube thing (not that you can see much) to try and help them understand what would happen, and all that jazz. So they reluctantly tagged along, still convinced that Julie and I were somehow trying to kill them off.*
*Of course, we would never, ever do that. We might occasionally think of selling them out as child labor or bartering them for some nice steaks and a pie, but we're not monsters.
My attorney is instructing me to change the subject now.
We did the interactive portion of the queue, mostly because Julie and I hadnt seen it yet, and we wanted them to do something a little fun so theyd stop worrying about how scary the ride would be. It worked out ok until we ran into a couple of parents who were monopolizing the little games, letting their kids run wild in the queue while they stood for several minutes playing and blocking our kids access. We finally gave up and moved around them. I thought about asking them if theyd like to hear me tell a joke.
In the meantime, we saw a dire prediction for poor Daves future.
And we were greeted by Madame Leota herself.
Yup, this ride is nothing but good ol-fashioned family fun, Scotty!
We got into the building and went to the stretching room, holding the kids close. They did ok through that part (which might be the scariest part of the whole ride) and made it to the doom buggies. Dave rode with me while the other two went with Julie. Not far along, the ride stopped, presumably to load a disabled person on or off. I was worried about the kids having to sit there in the dark with the creepy music playing, but they seemed to do ok. And I did manage to get a halfway-decent no-flash picture while we were stopped.
We saw most of the 999 happy haunts (the new special effects in the mirrors at the end are pretty cool) and reached daylight once again. The verdict?
The kids loved it! Even Scotty. Apparently fast trains were bad, but creepy haunted houses are perfectly fine. Falls down a well, eyes go crossed. Gets kicked by a mule, eyes go straight again. I dunno.
Scotty wanted to ride his absolute favorite ride in the whole wide world, the TTA Peoplemover. So we headed towards Tomorrowland. On the way, we took a look at the construction for the new portion of Fantasyland. So, here it is, hot off the press, a completely up-to-date look at where construction stands. No thanks necessary.
I really wish they would hurry up and finish this so we can see what it looks like. Heres the part Im most looking forward to:
We checked the line at Space Mountain, since Dave was interested in trying it out. The wait was nearly 2 hours, and FastPass return time was 10:00 p.m. So that wasnt gonna happen on this trip, unfortunately. We grabbed FastPasses for Buzz Lightyear and then hopped on the Peoplemover. Lets do a check on the Scotty-meter.
Whew. Urge to kill falling&falling&rising!...falling&gone.
Seems like whenever we get on the TTA, it suddenly hits the turbo boost and goes into ludicrous speed. Has this ever happened to any of you?
Scotty still wasnt quite 100%. When we rode into Space Mountain it was pitch-black, of course, and when we emerged we noticed he had reached out for a little comfort.
A couple of shots along the way:
We still had time before going to infinity and beyond, so we went to another first, the Carousel of Progress. We sat back and rotated our way through a great big beautiful tomorrow. I think. I may or may not have dozed off.
Next up was the Monsters Inc. Laugh Floor. I wondered if anyone had ever been both a Rebel Spy and That Guy in the same day before, and was really hoping theyd pick me. I figured that would have to be some kind of record.
Unfortunately, I was not That Guy. But the show was still great. We especially enjoyed the Mind Reader act. The monster asked a woman in the audience to think of a number between 1 and 50. The lady immediately blurted out her number, which got a big laugh. "Wow, this will be easier than I thought!" the monster replied.
Finally, it was time battle Zurg, so we piled into our spaceships and attempted to hit tiny targets with laser dots you can barely see while steering like a drunk in an earthquake. I had my revenge on Julie as I kicked her hindquarters. My score:
She did not provide photo evidence of her score, but if I remember correctly, it was five digits. It appears we also captured a few of Zurgs spies on this mission.
And perhaps I gloated a bit too much over my score in the game. Yes, I did save the galaxy. But it came at the price of perhaps the Worst Ride Photo Of All Time. You be the judge.
Coming Up Next: Do we dare attempt Big Thunder Mountain Railroad again? Or&check out a boat ride with dolls and annoyingly repetitive music?