So when we went to Disney one year, I was delighted to learn that I would be meeting Chip & Dale in person. Being an animal lover, I immediately hatched a plan to kidnap them. Then Dad could watch Pink Panther all day long for all I cared. Chip, Dale & I would play in my bedroom and I would feed them Velvetta. "I guess they followed me," I'd say when Mom unpacked the suitcases and they popped out. Heh. What could she do?
Finally, the day came. We got in line to meet my friends. Of course, they would spot me-their favorite human-and immediately scamper over to me and I'd shove one in each pocket and run.
Run! That was exactly the word that came to mind when they appeared. Those suckers were HUGE! And I don't mean 'television adds 10 lbs' huge, I mean 'eat you as an appetizer' huge. I froze. My family was standing around me-grinning like idiots-like this should be the happiest moment of my brief life, but I was thinking 'they've finally done it. my brothers & sister have finally convinced my parents to sacrifice me to the pagan cartoon Gods.' My concept of reality was instantly rocked. They looked so small on t.v. Get me outta here before those guys from 'Land of the Lost' show up. I dug in my heels.
What followed next was misery. We traipsed around the park with me refusing to ride any ride or come face to face with any more giant rodents. My mother was livid. "This is not scary" Mama said as she shoved me into my seat on the Haunted Mansion ride. Are you kidding me??? And she wondered why I refused to sleep my myself for the next... oh... ten years. (This is also the woman who let me go see 'Friday the 13th' @ 12 years old. To this day, I check under the bed before I go to sleep.)
Eventually, I was persuaded to have my picture taken with one of the Three Little Pigs, but only as long as my brother went with me... for back-up... in case things got rough... I'm no fool.
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