“Is there any way for me to get one of those VIP passes? Aside from being a lost kid and all?” I asked Danielle as we jumped to the front of a 45 minutes long line for Disney’s Brear rabbit ride. Danielle and I were walking through the very hallways that snaked throughout the entire ride, catching glimpses of people floating through the ride itself.
“Nope, unless you have some terminal illness, then you can get as many as these as you want.” Danielle answered to me.
“Well, I’ll guess I better go start sucking away at car exhaust.” I answered back. Danielle laughed at my joke before falling silent as we entered into the loading area of the ride. Gates hissed as compressed air flowed through them, stopping the fake plastic log carts for just enough time to let people in before it shot off on its conveyor belt.
“How many? Three? Okay, you lane four, you six. How many…13?! Bloody…just get in the cart when you can.” A voice bellowed over the loading platform. An old lady who had the whole demeanor of taking a job to seriously was pointed people to their gates as if they were cattle. Danielle caught her attention and waved her VIP card at the lady, who merely nodded and pointed at an incoming log that was coming into the station.
The two of us hopped on board, Danielle sat down but quickly stood back up. The back of her pants now having a large wet spot on them.
“I forgot that these seats are always wet, and cold.” She said as she sat back down. I giggled at her, I didn’t even notice the wet seats, my pants were still quite wet from my accident earlier. I had gotten a few funny stares, but apparently a kid in wet pants wasn’t that remarkable. With a screech of rubber, our log pushed out of the station and gracefully plunged into the water. I sat disinterested at the robotic animals, and leaned against Danielle as we surfed through the first portion of the ride.
“You’re not like most kids your age, Harry.” Danielle said softly to me, I felt her hand ruffle through my hair and suddenly felt very warm and safe. I didn’t reply to her comment, just shrugging as I rested up against her. Without thinking I suddenly popped my thumb into my mouth, I pulled it quickly back, my cheeks flushing again.
“Yeah, defiantly not your age” Danielle whispered. I was going to answer to that comment, but we suddenly had no more flat track for our log to surf on, and plummeted into darkness. We rode up several bunny hop hills before splashing into a cave filled with spinning, dancing, flinging robots and fountains.
Danielle and I rode on in silence as we gently lolled throughout the rest of the ride. Finally, with a lurch of rubber getting traction, we began to ride up the big hill. My body pressed against Danielle as I fell back in the seat. After what seemed like eternity, we reached the top of the hill.
I then came to the conclusion, right before we went down the hill that going on this was a very stupid idea.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
With a mammoth splash of water that soaked everything in our log. I stopped screaming when I got a sudden splash of water in my mouth. We lazily moved around a bend when I turned to look up at Danielle.
Her hair was clinging to her face so that she looked like some sort of swamp monster. I giggled at her as pushed her hair out of the way, a very big smile on her face. A suddenly breeze made me shiver all over and Danielle wrapped her arms around me to warm me up. The two of us rode the rest of the ride in silence before we arrived at the docking station.
“Can we do it again?” I asked Danielle.
“Maybe later, I think your diaper is ready to explode now.” She said, pointing down to pants, which had bulged considerably. It looked to me that my diaper soaked up the entire wave, I was waddling like a duck. Danielle and I walked off the ride and straight to another restroom. I lagged behind her as I took my wide steps and after awhile she picked me up and carried me the rest of the way.
