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Cast:
Me, Rae, 34, with not-quite-broken-elbow
Dix, 43, Great guy who who makes Love Coffee
Boo, 4.95 year-old picky eater wearing a Brat Hat
Sis, 1.95 year-old who can holler louder than a blowhorn
Goldi Locks, Nice DVC member who traded her points with us
Laser-accuser guy: Nice man helping out with world safety
Mr. Customs Man: Grumpy, serious guy in uniform with no patience for drugs or childbirth
Mr. And Mrs. No Manners: Rude people who pop up with different faces throughout our trip
Cute little girl in the front: Loud mouth who unintentionally traumatizes kids young kids on rides
Cousin: Make-up-less advisor whose areas of expertise include hats and droopy b**b prevention
My Dad: Fearless landrover driver who makes great spaghetti
My Mom: Woman who loves blue and might show up unannounced
Love-Boat-bellhop-guy: CM who likes to rescue damsels in distress
Shoe Girl: Girl who wears the most inappropriate Walt Disney World shoes EVER!
Sleazy Viagra Guy: No explanation needed for him
Inventory of important trip items:
Three new premium annual passes
Fancy Laser Camera
Unofficial Guide to Disneyworld
Disney Dining Experience cards
Brat Hat
Old Key West Key Card
Love Coffee
I stood in the middle of the living room and stared at the horrible sight in front of me. I yelled for Dix, and he came running and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the coffee table to which I was pointing.
There before us, swimming in a huge puddle of water, was my beloved Unofficial Guide.
I had no one to blame but myself. The night before, Dix put several cups of ice in a grocery bag so that I could ice my not-broken-elbow. Instead of throwing the ice bag away when I was finished, I set it on top of the open book. The ice melted and leaked out of the bag and gave the book a good soaking.
Darn! I had just purchased that book! It was my second one; the first one sat tattered, torn, and covered in coffee stains at my Moms house.
I heard Dix softly tell me to let it go, and I decided that thats what I would have to do. I pasted a smile on my face and worked quickly to prepare the backpack for our morning at Epcot. I put the book in the backpack because the Epcot pages seemed fairly dry; it was the section Disney World with Kids: the Ecstasy and the Agony that would never be the same again.
We arrived at Epcot during the opening, and went straight to Test Track. Sis was too small to ride this one, so she and I waited at the ride exit while Dix and Boo tried it for the first time.
I talked with an older woman who sat on a bench by the exit. She was waiting for her grandson, who was riding Test Track over and over until he was tired of it. She couldnt join him because her knee hurt. She told me that she had lost her husband several years ago, and had, for whatever reason, experienced a hard time connecting with her grandchildren after he died. She had decided that she would spend her husbands retirement taking each child on his very own Disney trip so that she could have special time with each one. She figured by the time she had taken all the grandchildren, she would have spent her husbands entire retirement.
I wondered what she would do when the retirement was gone. Her loneliness was written all over her face. She was aching inside; I could feel it every time she looked at me and I desperately wanted to walk over to that woman, wrap my arms around her, and hold her tight. I refrained, and a long, empty space remained between the two of us on the bench.
I know you miss him.
Before I knew it, the boys had completed their ride and we were on the move to find another attraction. I looked back at the sweet lady on the bench.
Stay strong, sweet lady. He is with you, even if you dont know it.
I contemplated trying Mission Space, but decided that if I was going to go on a ride that might potentially make me puke all over the place, Id like a family member to share the experience with me. I would wait until May when one of my brothers might enjoy a good puke session. Dix gets carsick very easily, so I doubt hell ever agree to ride it with me.
We went to see the new Crush exhibit next. On our way, I pinned a birthday button on Boos jacket. His birthday was in three days, so I figured we could start celebrating.
Sis loved the Nemo character statues outside of the Living Seas. We posed in front of them for a picture or two and then went inside. Boo became distracted by the shark display and posed in the Bruces mouth for a few pictures.
When it was time for Crush, the kids sat on the floor in front of the theater with the other children. Crush suddenly appeared, and we were all a little surprised by the authenticity of his personality as Crush! When he asked if someone would like to ask a question, Boos hand shot straight up. Crush called on him.
Boo froze. So many people watching!
Do you have a question, Little Dude? Crush asked.
Boo whispered, I can do way dangerous things.
Whatd you say, Squirt?
I can do way dangerous things. He was louder now.
Crush heard him, and paused for a moment to think about what Boo had told him. He then said he could do way dangerous things, too, and did a funny little flip in the water. The audience laughed.
Crush was getting ready to talk to another child when he saw the birthday button on Boos shirt, and proceeded to sing him Happy Birthday in true Crush style! I instantly grabbed my camera, and was capturing every bit on video. As I was thinking how great it was that Crush was singing to my son, I noticed Sis eyeing a child with a bottle across the room. I kept the camera pointed toward Crush as I gave Dix the we-have-a-situation-developing look and pointed to Sis with my free hand. Just as Dix rose to grab her, she took off toward the child. Dix caught her just before she was going to grab the bottle from the child.
Is there a reason they call it the Terrible Twos?
Thankfully, Crush ignored this scene and continued to sing to Boo. Looking back at the video, I must say I did a very good job of videotaping Crush while watching my daughter create a monster disturbance!
Our next stop was Spaceship Earth. I think we all relished the quiet, soothing motion of that ride. As we traveled through time, I thought about how far our society has come with communication, and remembered that Dix and I were in Brazil right about the time communication by email became mainstream. I was one of the firsts in my group of friends to have email.
E-mail was incredibly important to me in Brazil because I was so isolated and it was my link to home and to other people. At that time, I was sure AOLs business was going to explode, and instructed Joe, our good friend and stockbroker, to buy a fairly large chunk of AOL stock. He vehemently disagreed with my choice of stock, and talked me out of it with the argument that I was using emotion rather than intellect in making that decision.
Had we purchased that stock when I suggested it, we would be rich today. Ive never quite forgiven Joe for that.
Joe and I arent friends anymore, but thats not because of the money. Its because he married a very insecure girl who felt threatened by his old friends, whether male or female. She has successfully assisted in the termination of most of his friendships.
I stepped off Spaceship Earth with my head spinning with thoughts about lost friendships, money, Brazil, and speculation about how we will communicate in the next twenty years. I realized that I dont feel passionate about any certain technology like I had back in 96.
Do all exhibits around Epcot stimulate this much thinking?
We would have liked to tour Living with the Land but it was closed because of the construction of Soarin. As we walked by, I hoped that Soarin would be open for our trip in May. I cant wait to try that ride!
We decided to skip any other rides and go straight to Biergarten and check in for our 12:00 priority seating. As we walked to World Showcase where Biergarten is housed, Dix and I commented on the huge size of Epcot. That was a long walk!
We were way too early for the seating. The restaurant hadnt even opened yet, so Boo and I went into the Germany Christmas store, and Boo looked at each and every ornament in that store, and we discussed which ones we liked and which ones we didnt care for. We must have been in that store a good twenty minutes before we met up with Dix and Sis by the miniature train display.
Both kids loved that train! Boo has moderately enjoyed train shows that weve attended in the past, but has never reacted to them with the excitement he had for this particular train. Perhaps it was because the train was on the ground rather than up on a table, but whatever the reason, he truly loved watching it and we had to drag him away for our lunch.
Dix was very excited about lunch at Biergarten! He loves German sausage, and had looked forward to this meal for weeks before the trip.
When we checked in, we were told we would be seated with other people, as this was a family-style place. Though I dont have a problem with eating with other people, I wondered if they would have a problem eating with us! Dinner times at our house tend to be a bit stressful with the kids, and I mentioned that to the hostess and she laughed.
Too bad for the folks that end up at a table with us.
We were the second group to be seated, and we were led to a table at which sat a couple in their 50s. As Dix was loading the kids into their chairs, I looked around at the huge empty restaurant, and asked our server why we couldnt let this nice little couple enjoy their lunch in some peace and quiet?
She took a long look at Sis and immediately agreed with me. We moved to a neighboring table. The 50s-something couple beside us looked relieved, and I couldnt blame them. When we were finally settled, our server came back to our table to explain how the buffet worked. As she was speaking, I noticed Boo staring intently at her without moving. I glanced up at her and studied her for the first time.
She was a German Hottie.
She had long straight blonde hair, big blue eyes, and wore a cute little dress that brought the words frock and smock to mind even though I'm not sure what either of those means! Knee-high socks and cute little black shoes covered her calves and feet. She looked like a pretty dairymaid that should be spinning circles in a field of flowers in a milk commercial.
Yes, she looked like a sweet, innocent dairymaid! I could see why a little boy would like her.
I tried to to motion to Dix to take notice of Boos reaction to her, but couldnt get him to look at me because he was gazing up at her with the same adoring look as my son.
As she wrapped up her spiel about the buffet, she mentioned that the dessert was quite yummy.
Dix exaggeratedly set his napkin down, smiled in anticipation, and gazed up at her and said, yummy! He reminded me of a smitten schoolboy.
Then Boo, the other smitten schoolboy, licked his lips and chimed in with a loud yummy as well.
It couldnt be left it at that. Even Sis had to join in with her rendition of the word yummy.
For crying out loud, what was this? A yummy fest?
We loaded our plates with German food. I was a bit disappointed at the lack of selections for kids foods on the buffet. Though they had mac n cheese and sausages, they were German-style, and Boo struggled through his dinner.
While we were eating, we were joined by a family with three children. These were our kind of folk! We found out they were spending one day at Epcot as they passed through Orlando, and though their initial reaction was that the buffet was a bit expensive for lunch, they had decided to eat at Biergarten because they used to live in Germany and loved German food. They hoped it was worth it.
I watched our server manage our now large group. Her service was impeccable; she was extremely competent at her job, and it was a pleasure talking with her. I had to admit, I liked her.
As we finished up our lunches, she arrived at the table carrying a beautiful birthday cake for Boo. I had not requested a cake; she initiated it on her own, and had no intention of charging us.
Now I loved her.
We all sang Happy Birthday, and then the German Hottie wrapped the cake up for Boo to take home to our villa. When she finished, she handed me our check, and asked how everything was.
Yummy, I replied, smiling. No one else at the table picked up on why I thought that was funny.
I proudly handed her my Disney Dining Experience confirmation. At last, we would be able to get that 20% discount, fair and square! As she took it from me, I quietly asked if it could be used on our new friends bill as well. After all, they were dining at the same table as us. She said shed check into that with her manager, and off she went.
She quickly returned, and quietly set the black bill book down for our friends. Then she handed me my paper items, and whispered to me that she had given them the 20% off as well. They would be pleasantly surprised when they paid their bill.
Nothing like spreading the magic ..
We all said our good-byes, and left the restaurant. I had barely stepped out into the sunshine before I realized she had not given me my Disney Dining Experience confirmation back. I ran back inside and caught her as she was heading to the kitchen with a tray of our dirty dishes. She was dumbfounded; she had no idea where it could be. She checked the cash register area, her pockets, and the tray that held our dirty dishes. No DDE. She went into her managers room where she had asked him if our new friends could share our discount. Nope, she hadnt left it in there either. I checked and rechecked my pockets and she checked and rechecked her pockets.
It was gone, and the sweet German girl felt so badly about losing it that she was about to cry.
For me, it was almost comical. This was the second time it had been lost, and it seemed inevitable that we were not supposed to carry it this trip. I gave her a hug and told her to please not worry about it because I could have another one faxed to me. She apologized over and over and I assured her over and over that it was okay.
We had survived without the DDE before, and we could survive without it again.
Boo wanted me to ride Test Track with him before we left the park. As we boarded, one of the Cast Members in charge of checking seatbelts sang Boo a very loud Happy Birthday song. It is the first time Ive ever seen Boo blush.
As we exited the ride through the gift shop, another Cast Member behind the cash register stopped Boo. Hey, did Goofy find you? she asked.
He looked confused. No, he said.
Oh no! She looked worried. Hes been looking all over for you!
Really? Boo was unsure.
Yes, you better call him right now. Heres the phone. She handed him the phone and dialed a number.
Boo stood there patient and still, as Goofy sang him Happy Birthday over the phone in the middle of the gift shop.
They sure have a way of making each child feel special at Disney, dont they?
As we exited the park, Boo mulled over the reasons why Goofy had been unable to find him while he was in the line for Test Track and I mulled over what had happened to my Disney Dining Experience confirmation.
And then it hit me. I figured it out!
Boo would never understand why Goofy hadnt found him, but I would know EXACTLY what happened to that DDE confirmation.
Can any of you figure it out too?
Next Installment:
Part 14...The Big Fight!
Previous Installment:
Part 12...I think I broke my elbow!
See below picture for more previous installments.
Me, Rae, 34, with not-quite-broken-elbow
Dix, 43, Great guy who who makes Love Coffee
Boo, 4.95 year-old picky eater wearing a Brat Hat
Sis, 1.95 year-old who can holler louder than a blowhorn
Goldi Locks, Nice DVC member who traded her points with us
Laser-accuser guy: Nice man helping out with world safety
Mr. Customs Man: Grumpy, serious guy in uniform with no patience for drugs or childbirth
Mr. And Mrs. No Manners: Rude people who pop up with different faces throughout our trip
Cute little girl in the front: Loud mouth who unintentionally traumatizes kids young kids on rides
Cousin: Make-up-less advisor whose areas of expertise include hats and droopy b**b prevention
My Dad: Fearless landrover driver who makes great spaghetti
My Mom: Woman who loves blue and might show up unannounced
Love-Boat-bellhop-guy: CM who likes to rescue damsels in distress
Shoe Girl: Girl who wears the most inappropriate Walt Disney World shoes EVER!
Sleazy Viagra Guy: No explanation needed for him
Inventory of important trip items:
Three new premium annual passes
Fancy Laser Camera
Unofficial Guide to Disneyworld
Disney Dining Experience cards
Brat Hat
Old Key West Key Card
Love Coffee
I stood in the middle of the living room and stared at the horrible sight in front of me. I yelled for Dix, and he came running and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the coffee table to which I was pointing.
There before us, swimming in a huge puddle of water, was my beloved Unofficial Guide.
I had no one to blame but myself. The night before, Dix put several cups of ice in a grocery bag so that I could ice my not-broken-elbow. Instead of throwing the ice bag away when I was finished, I set it on top of the open book. The ice melted and leaked out of the bag and gave the book a good soaking.
Darn! I had just purchased that book! It was my second one; the first one sat tattered, torn, and covered in coffee stains at my Moms house.
I heard Dix softly tell me to let it go, and I decided that thats what I would have to do. I pasted a smile on my face and worked quickly to prepare the backpack for our morning at Epcot. I put the book in the backpack because the Epcot pages seemed fairly dry; it was the section Disney World with Kids: the Ecstasy and the Agony that would never be the same again.
We arrived at Epcot during the opening, and went straight to Test Track. Sis was too small to ride this one, so she and I waited at the ride exit while Dix and Boo tried it for the first time.
I talked with an older woman who sat on a bench by the exit. She was waiting for her grandson, who was riding Test Track over and over until he was tired of it. She couldnt join him because her knee hurt. She told me that she had lost her husband several years ago, and had, for whatever reason, experienced a hard time connecting with her grandchildren after he died. She had decided that she would spend her husbands retirement taking each child on his very own Disney trip so that she could have special time with each one. She figured by the time she had taken all the grandchildren, she would have spent her husbands entire retirement.
I wondered what she would do when the retirement was gone. Her loneliness was written all over her face. She was aching inside; I could feel it every time she looked at me and I desperately wanted to walk over to that woman, wrap my arms around her, and hold her tight. I refrained, and a long, empty space remained between the two of us on the bench.
I know you miss him.
Before I knew it, the boys had completed their ride and we were on the move to find another attraction. I looked back at the sweet lady on the bench.
Stay strong, sweet lady. He is with you, even if you dont know it.
I contemplated trying Mission Space, but decided that if I was going to go on a ride that might potentially make me puke all over the place, Id like a family member to share the experience with me. I would wait until May when one of my brothers might enjoy a good puke session. Dix gets carsick very easily, so I doubt hell ever agree to ride it with me.
We went to see the new Crush exhibit next. On our way, I pinned a birthday button on Boos jacket. His birthday was in three days, so I figured we could start celebrating.
Sis loved the Nemo character statues outside of the Living Seas. We posed in front of them for a picture or two and then went inside. Boo became distracted by the shark display and posed in the Bruces mouth for a few pictures.
When it was time for Crush, the kids sat on the floor in front of the theater with the other children. Crush suddenly appeared, and we were all a little surprised by the authenticity of his personality as Crush! When he asked if someone would like to ask a question, Boos hand shot straight up. Crush called on him.
Boo froze. So many people watching!
Do you have a question, Little Dude? Crush asked.
Boo whispered, I can do way dangerous things.
Whatd you say, Squirt?
I can do way dangerous things. He was louder now.
Crush heard him, and paused for a moment to think about what Boo had told him. He then said he could do way dangerous things, too, and did a funny little flip in the water. The audience laughed.
Crush was getting ready to talk to another child when he saw the birthday button on Boos shirt, and proceeded to sing him Happy Birthday in true Crush style! I instantly grabbed my camera, and was capturing every bit on video. As I was thinking how great it was that Crush was singing to my son, I noticed Sis eyeing a child with a bottle across the room. I kept the camera pointed toward Crush as I gave Dix the we-have-a-situation-developing look and pointed to Sis with my free hand. Just as Dix rose to grab her, she took off toward the child. Dix caught her just before she was going to grab the bottle from the child.
Is there a reason they call it the Terrible Twos?
Thankfully, Crush ignored this scene and continued to sing to Boo. Looking back at the video, I must say I did a very good job of videotaping Crush while watching my daughter create a monster disturbance!
Our next stop was Spaceship Earth. I think we all relished the quiet, soothing motion of that ride. As we traveled through time, I thought about how far our society has come with communication, and remembered that Dix and I were in Brazil right about the time communication by email became mainstream. I was one of the firsts in my group of friends to have email.
E-mail was incredibly important to me in Brazil because I was so isolated and it was my link to home and to other people. At that time, I was sure AOLs business was going to explode, and instructed Joe, our good friend and stockbroker, to buy a fairly large chunk of AOL stock. He vehemently disagreed with my choice of stock, and talked me out of it with the argument that I was using emotion rather than intellect in making that decision.
Had we purchased that stock when I suggested it, we would be rich today. Ive never quite forgiven Joe for that.
Joe and I arent friends anymore, but thats not because of the money. Its because he married a very insecure girl who felt threatened by his old friends, whether male or female. She has successfully assisted in the termination of most of his friendships.
I stepped off Spaceship Earth with my head spinning with thoughts about lost friendships, money, Brazil, and speculation about how we will communicate in the next twenty years. I realized that I dont feel passionate about any certain technology like I had back in 96.
Do all exhibits around Epcot stimulate this much thinking?
We would have liked to tour Living with the Land but it was closed because of the construction of Soarin. As we walked by, I hoped that Soarin would be open for our trip in May. I cant wait to try that ride!
We decided to skip any other rides and go straight to Biergarten and check in for our 12:00 priority seating. As we walked to World Showcase where Biergarten is housed, Dix and I commented on the huge size of Epcot. That was a long walk!
We were way too early for the seating. The restaurant hadnt even opened yet, so Boo and I went into the Germany Christmas store, and Boo looked at each and every ornament in that store, and we discussed which ones we liked and which ones we didnt care for. We must have been in that store a good twenty minutes before we met up with Dix and Sis by the miniature train display.
Both kids loved that train! Boo has moderately enjoyed train shows that weve attended in the past, but has never reacted to them with the excitement he had for this particular train. Perhaps it was because the train was on the ground rather than up on a table, but whatever the reason, he truly loved watching it and we had to drag him away for our lunch.
Dix was very excited about lunch at Biergarten! He loves German sausage, and had looked forward to this meal for weeks before the trip.
When we checked in, we were told we would be seated with other people, as this was a family-style place. Though I dont have a problem with eating with other people, I wondered if they would have a problem eating with us! Dinner times at our house tend to be a bit stressful with the kids, and I mentioned that to the hostess and she laughed.
Too bad for the folks that end up at a table with us.
We were the second group to be seated, and we were led to a table at which sat a couple in their 50s. As Dix was loading the kids into their chairs, I looked around at the huge empty restaurant, and asked our server why we couldnt let this nice little couple enjoy their lunch in some peace and quiet?
She took a long look at Sis and immediately agreed with me. We moved to a neighboring table. The 50s-something couple beside us looked relieved, and I couldnt blame them. When we were finally settled, our server came back to our table to explain how the buffet worked. As she was speaking, I noticed Boo staring intently at her without moving. I glanced up at her and studied her for the first time.
She was a German Hottie.
She had long straight blonde hair, big blue eyes, and wore a cute little dress that brought the words frock and smock to mind even though I'm not sure what either of those means! Knee-high socks and cute little black shoes covered her calves and feet. She looked like a pretty dairymaid that should be spinning circles in a field of flowers in a milk commercial.
Yes, she looked like a sweet, innocent dairymaid! I could see why a little boy would like her.
I tried to to motion to Dix to take notice of Boos reaction to her, but couldnt get him to look at me because he was gazing up at her with the same adoring look as my son.
As she wrapped up her spiel about the buffet, she mentioned that the dessert was quite yummy.
Dix exaggeratedly set his napkin down, smiled in anticipation, and gazed up at her and said, yummy! He reminded me of a smitten schoolboy.
Then Boo, the other smitten schoolboy, licked his lips and chimed in with a loud yummy as well.
It couldnt be left it at that. Even Sis had to join in with her rendition of the word yummy.
For crying out loud, what was this? A yummy fest?
We loaded our plates with German food. I was a bit disappointed at the lack of selections for kids foods on the buffet. Though they had mac n cheese and sausages, they were German-style, and Boo struggled through his dinner.
While we were eating, we were joined by a family with three children. These were our kind of folk! We found out they were spending one day at Epcot as they passed through Orlando, and though their initial reaction was that the buffet was a bit expensive for lunch, they had decided to eat at Biergarten because they used to live in Germany and loved German food. They hoped it was worth it.
I watched our server manage our now large group. Her service was impeccable; she was extremely competent at her job, and it was a pleasure talking with her. I had to admit, I liked her.
As we finished up our lunches, she arrived at the table carrying a beautiful birthday cake for Boo. I had not requested a cake; she initiated it on her own, and had no intention of charging us.
Now I loved her.
We all sang Happy Birthday, and then the German Hottie wrapped the cake up for Boo to take home to our villa. When she finished, she handed me our check, and asked how everything was.
Yummy, I replied, smiling. No one else at the table picked up on why I thought that was funny.
I proudly handed her my Disney Dining Experience confirmation. At last, we would be able to get that 20% discount, fair and square! As she took it from me, I quietly asked if it could be used on our new friends bill as well. After all, they were dining at the same table as us. She said shed check into that with her manager, and off she went.
She quickly returned, and quietly set the black bill book down for our friends. Then she handed me my paper items, and whispered to me that she had given them the 20% off as well. They would be pleasantly surprised when they paid their bill.
Nothing like spreading the magic ..
We all said our good-byes, and left the restaurant. I had barely stepped out into the sunshine before I realized she had not given me my Disney Dining Experience confirmation back. I ran back inside and caught her as she was heading to the kitchen with a tray of our dirty dishes. She was dumbfounded; she had no idea where it could be. She checked the cash register area, her pockets, and the tray that held our dirty dishes. No DDE. She went into her managers room where she had asked him if our new friends could share our discount. Nope, she hadnt left it in there either. I checked and rechecked my pockets and she checked and rechecked her pockets.
It was gone, and the sweet German girl felt so badly about losing it that she was about to cry.
For me, it was almost comical. This was the second time it had been lost, and it seemed inevitable that we were not supposed to carry it this trip. I gave her a hug and told her to please not worry about it because I could have another one faxed to me. She apologized over and over and I assured her over and over that it was okay.
We had survived without the DDE before, and we could survive without it again.
Boo wanted me to ride Test Track with him before we left the park. As we boarded, one of the Cast Members in charge of checking seatbelts sang Boo a very loud Happy Birthday song. It is the first time Ive ever seen Boo blush.
As we exited the ride through the gift shop, another Cast Member behind the cash register stopped Boo. Hey, did Goofy find you? she asked.
He looked confused. No, he said.
Oh no! She looked worried. Hes been looking all over for you!
Really? Boo was unsure.
Yes, you better call him right now. Heres the phone. She handed him the phone and dialed a number.
Boo stood there patient and still, as Goofy sang him Happy Birthday over the phone in the middle of the gift shop.
They sure have a way of making each child feel special at Disney, dont they?
As we exited the park, Boo mulled over the reasons why Goofy had been unable to find him while he was in the line for Test Track and I mulled over what had happened to my Disney Dining Experience confirmation.
And then it hit me. I figured it out!
Boo would never understand why Goofy hadnt found him, but I would know EXACTLY what happened to that DDE confirmation.
Can any of you figure it out too?
Next Installment:
Part 14...The Big Fight!
Previous Installment:
Part 12...I think I broke my elbow!
See below picture for more previous installments.
