~The Man Report ~ ~ Hammering Zurgs & Duct Taped Lasers ~
My victory at Buzz Lightyear was a foregone conclusion.

With LG on board, I could control the car with my left hand whilst accurately gunning down Z targets with my right.
Hammering targets of the Zurg invaders would be my chief priority. Entertaining the Girl would come a distant second.
When you ride with MB, you have to let HIM control the car. Either not interested in the gun or clueless about the concept, he simply likes to spin the car back and forth not allowing you to correctly aim at anything in particular. He doesnt even man his blaster! A score of 30k or higher would be considered exceptional when one is riding shotgun with MB.
Lucky for me, the girl has historically chosen me as her riding partner. Not just on Buzz, but on basically everything. The only exceptions to this rule have usually come right after Ive scolded her. To teach me a lesson, shell then ride with mom once or twice before returning to her daddy.
One of the issues I have with this attraction is the laser sighting technology. I simply cannot distinguish my laser dot from anyone elses and therefore am not sure if Im actually hitting what Im aiming at.
What Ive learned to do is use peripheral vision on my scoring counter and if I see points being added to the counter, I assume its actually my dot on the target and not the fourteen year old sharpshooter in the car in front of me.
Heres the plan for next year. :smoking: I will bring two laser presentation pointers with me that shoot a bright
blue laser dot. I will duct tape them to either side of my blaster gun. When Aiming, I will have the two large blue dots on either side of my regular laser and will therefore be able to shoot with pinpoint accuracy. This plan is foolproof.
On this trip, however, Im left with only the Disney
Class II Light/Laser to strike the various targets.
As expected, Im the glorious victor of our shooting rampage.
Buzz 220,900 Planetary Pilot
LG 12,500 Space Scout
LtP 3,400 Space Cadet (makes sense)
MB 0 My special little guy
My victory & subsequent gloating is met with damp enthusiasm from my crew. They just dont appreciate my sharp-shooting prowess.
Upon exiting the attraction, we are of course sucked into the photo area to view our pictures.
As usual, the picture shows me hunched over my cannon, aiming furiously and looking very intent. Sitting next to me, LGs head is
beside her canon, not being tall enough to view over the top and thus handicapping her ability to score points (but not enough to lose to mom

).
The next photo shows LtP with a determined look on her face as she aims at only God knows what, but missing most everything. Finally, sitting next to LtP is MB. Hes got one hand on the controls to the car and the other straight up in the air as his canon lies useless & limp to one side.

His face is jubilant as he enjoys either the loud noises, moving robots, or flashes from the photography. Who cares? Hes happy!
I feel a slight gurgle in my tummy and announce to the clan that its lunchtime. This is MBs queue to jump joyfully knowing that after lunch well probably head back to the hotel to swim.
We exit the Buzz facility, take a left, and head straight over to Cosmic Rays Starlight Café. Where they got the name is anybodys guess, but theyve got
two things my family craves
1. Meat!
and lots of it! Bring on the pork ribs and rotisserie chicken & hold the green beans!!!
2. An excellent commode facility with an unknown secret exit!
Next Up: Bursting of the Damn!
To the Victor, belong the Spoils
The girls decide to gang up on MB and give him the tickle torture. You can tell he just hates it.
Too fat to squeeze in between the bars with Zurg, I just stick a shoulder in.
My expert photography of the castle.