After our fun and filling lunch we were in need of something slow moving and air conditioned. The logical choice was of course the Great Movie Ride.
Yes, Captain, that would be the logical choice.
I can only assume that in naming the attraction the fine minds at Disney intended the Great part to accompany the Movie part and the Ride just got tacked on at the end. The only parts of the ride that I truly enjoy are the queue for all of the memorabilia, and the montage at the end.
I agree. You'd think by now, that Disney could make better animatronics. I like the montage too. I keep saying "seen it... seen it... oh that was good... seen it... seen it... nope, not that one... seen it, etc..."
Im a sucker for a good montage, and if put to the right music a montage will reduce me to tears every time. Sad but true.

You softy, you!
The wait time was posted at 15 minutes, but it wasnt even 15 seconds. We literally walked right into a boat.
Our driver/host/narrator was pleasant, but had a strange voice (reminded me of Kermit)
Well that makes sense... you are in DHS after all...
Then again, maybe they need to get this person doing Muppet Movie intros instead.
She got a little nervous when we were hijacked by a renegade cowboy, but proudly said to me I know its just pretend Mommy.
It is? Thank goodness!
Once the ride was over Mads was thrilled to report that even though that ride was dark, I wasnt scared a bit! I call that a success.
I wonder if the Alien bit is only scary if you've seen the movie. My DDs weren't bothered by it either. They were more like, "What's that Daddy?"
Bryan and I didnt exactly offer up waiting 1 ½ hours to meet Buzz and Woody or spending an hour at Disney Jr. Live,
No? How odd.

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Maddie what is it about Tower of Terror that scared you? I said
Mommy, Im scared of that ride.
That's a bright kid you got there. My youngest DD couldn't wait to ride it. Wasn't scared a bit.
She rode it.
Once.
With suspicion in her voice she responded, It was the movie part, where the little girl disappears. Plus, it messed up my beautiful dress

Spoken like a true princess!
Well buy you a new guy
WHAT?!?!?!!!!
Oh.
Had me worried there for a bit.
We quickly made our way to Tower of Terror before she could change her mind. The queue entrance was being manned by two college program CMs who took an immediate liking to our girls shirt. We waited for several minutes while they told her how cool it was, and how cool she was for being brave enough to ride.
Gotta love Disney CMs!
ToT had no wait to speak of either.
That's rather unusual, isn't it?
Before we knew it, we were being loaded into our elevator. As per our agreement, once Maddie was safely buckled in she covered her eyes with her hands and I put mine over the top just in case.

Good mom.
The second the ride was over a triumphant shout from a 5 year old princess could be heard by all, I wasnt scared of that ride!!!
Good for Maddie! Way to go!
The first CM that we saw was either really in character or in a really bad mood (I choose to believe the former)
I though for a moment, and then told Maddie to follow me. We trooped right back up to the entrance to the queue (thank goodness there hadnt been a shift change) and Maddie regaled her new CP friends with the jubilant tale. High fives and stickers were exchanged, and we left with a very happy and proud little girl in tow.
What a great idea! I never would've thought of that. Mom of the year. Here's your sticker.
Bryan chose to skip RnRC all together this trip, so after some stops for photopass we made our way out of the park.
Skip
RNRC
We changed into our suits and left the room with the intention of trying out the Aruba quiet pool. We stopped for a few minutes to wiggle our toes in the sand and while Bryan went ahead of us to the pool. When he walked back toward us shaking his head, I had to see for myself.
I read that and thought, "Oh, too bad. Pool closed."
Thats when I discovered that our peaceful little corner of CBR had been invaded. We had Cheerleaders.
Sounds like a bad rash...
...only worse.
"Honey... Bad news. I just came back from the doctor."
"Oh no! It's not... it isn't... "
"Yes. Yes, I'm afraid so. I have cheerleaders."
"Oh, no. I'm so sorry."
They were everywhere. And so were their parents. Every table was occupied, and some industrious dad had pushed 3 or 4 of the tables together and assembled an impressive bar.
Did you saunter over and ask for a Manhattan? I know someone who would.
we had reservations at Bryans favorite place.
hmmmm..... Le Cellier?
**Not to worry friends, I'll be back to posting many, many pictures in the next installment.
Waiting with anticipation. Thanks for the update Shanamatazz! Sorry for the delay in responding... Almost all caught up so hopefully I won't fall so far behind again.
