When we went to Disneyland, I had one mission: to get a picture of myself with Donald Duck. In the meantime, though, we got to do a lot of fun stuff. I thought Toon Town was very cool, so that's mainly what I'll talk about here.
Just so you know, this hurts quite a bit more than my facial expression implies.
I knew from the start that I wanted a picture with Donald, so I kept an especially watchful eye when we entered Toon Town. But when I got there, I saw my worst nightmare. He and Daisy were hanging in this little blocked off area, with a line of about a zillion people equally set on getting this picture. We only had a day at Disneyland, and I wanted to do everything.
Suddenly, I saw a ray of hope! Donald Duck was running by. Rather inconspicuous, he was, in a place like Toon Town, but my keen sense of vision picked him out. As I walked by him, called his name, tapped his shoulder, and ever ran after him, he was totally oblivious to what I was doing. After considering the idea that this may have been the wrong guy, I realized that he was probably just suffering the knocks of stardom. I did get the picture, though.
It is him, isn't it?
