- Location
- SF Bay Area
Taking the Mickey: A Save Disney Quest
- Thread starter Slynnwen
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dinomannitro6
all your gender is belong to us
- Location
- The Land Where The Sunflowers Bloom
[X] Plan Disney means Luxury and Value V2
Omake: The Curse of the Demon
- Location
- California,USA
The Curse of the Demon
@Slynnwen
(The Warrior POV)
1975...Bald Mountain, The Carpathian Mountains Poland.
The Night had just risen as the owner looked out upon the mountain. It had been silent for Centuries now, and for that time your line has watched the mountain in silence, the ward put upon it held strong across the ages.
The Warrior nodded as the moon finally rose. The Demon of the night was here.
You remembered the tales of the Demon, from a time long ago....when she came to this place for power and when your forefathers drove her away with fire and the sword. For Twenty Years, they battled every night...between the Dark God Chernabog and the Demon your ancestors held firm in power and in skill but age and time withered his strength and his will.
But even then, she did not gain the blessing of the Darkness. She never will...not while your line draws breath, and the blade remains strong. But still, you have your doubts...You were not a young man, and nothing was certain with her.
A quiet moment came as you went to the shotgun and the Blade on the mantelpiece. "For too long you have been away from battle, I pray your strength remains, as evident in my care."
You went to the basement and looked to your son. "My son, Luca Azrael Voin...I leave you with a terrible burden, you are not ready for the weight of the world you must bear, and with your wife dead by the monsters hand...I will not survive this ...but you must, do so for me."
You calmly loaded the shotgun and exited the door into the field of your home.
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With a blade by your side and a Shotgun in your hand, you held out a watch and watched her land with the red glow in her eyes. "Leave this Place DEMONA!! You are not welcome here."
A laugh echoed from her lips as she paced around your homes front yard, clearly eying you up like the predator of darkness she was. "And why should I warrior, your line defied me once by keeping the magical site hidden from me. You humans, in the centuries since you sealed it and I am here to collect on the power I am owed."
"For what...to kill us all, for some petty revenge on the rest of the world because you were dumb and arrogent enough to betray your clan." You started as she lunged at you.
Giving the Monster both barrels, you looked at Demona with a silent gaze as you reload the shotgun.
"Humans are the CAUSE of my pain and my grief...you would never-" She was interrupted by a duel blast to her head as you decided her rant was not worth the pain on your ears, so you did the shot with the express purpose of shutting her up.
"I know pain and suffering...better than you know...I've lived under communism my entire life, living in fear and understanding if they knew what I knew they would damn us all for a HINT of false promises of Glory and Conquest…" You said calmly as you put the shotgun down and sighed.
"I will do what I must…" Drawing the blade, its glow of black made clear by the moon's glow.
Demona growled as her face and body stitched itself back together from the blasts you gave her. "You will regret ever challenging me. YOUR LINE WILL REGRET CHALLENGING ME!!"
"So be it...you will not pass to Bald Mountain, not as long as I live Demon." You replied.
The blade and your body moved as one, as if you were the blade itself. A testament to a lifetime of training and living given form and guided by your desire.
Once upon a time, it would have been enough to keep the evil of bald mountain at bay...it was not that time. You fought an entire night and in the end it was not enough..
Fighting her...was never enough, defeating her was impossible.
The Blade Shattered in three, your arm removed by strikes from Demona's claws...your heart was demolished midway through the battle and you just now noticed literally fell off...the left eye was gone and your face was shattered from several blows from a mace.
So how the hell were you still standing. Oh, your body is collapsing. You fell to the ground face first, and finally died.
Demona didn't bother finishing off the son, she flew to Bald Mountain and undid the seal placed upon it long ago.
She got what she came for and you were dead, your blade broken and the strength failing.
"My son...live and bring the light back." The request went calmly into the wind.
Your son and the blade was recovered and sent west, as far from Darkness as you could.
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(Luca POV)
1994 Manhattan New York.
Owen looked at the pieces of the blade and frowned. "This is angelic forged steel, blessed by the Archangel Michael himself, and your father all but destroyed it...what makes you think I can restore it."
"Your not going to restore it...I'm smart enough to not trust a Trickster Fae, Puck...now you will help me, or I will drag you to Chernabog and leave you to die by his hands...and you are old enough to remember him." You said calmly as the man's true name was spoken.
Owen laughed. "Your ideal threat means nothing,it takes time for the God of Darkness to gain power. Even you understand that. "
You stood up and nodded. "That may be true...but I know you have a certain...fondness for Mr. Xanatos and it would be a shame for such a smart man to meet such an unfortunate end."
"You know Mr. Xanatos can hear everything you are saying right?" Owen said calmly.
You nodded lazily pulling a handgun out of your coat pocket. "I guess you expected this David Xanatos...I'm not a vengeful man but I am a man who can keep my word as a professional. And even you can appreciate a man who is forward with his options."
Xanatos was silent. "I appreciate the virtue of honesty, such a rarity these days, but I'm afraid that even If I could help you, what would you give me...besides the ability to walk another day among the living."
"I believe that the long term investment of being able to not be crushed by a dark god, is a valid price to pay for any man." You said calmly.
"And if You are...lying in any way?"David said.
He turned and you had already disappeared with a note and the gun on the table. "Owen what the hell happened and how the hell did he disappear?"
"He's a man with nothing to lose sir...he jumped out the window with a paraglider."
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Season Three of Gargoyles introduces us to Luca Voin, the Gargoyles version of the Populer Warrior of Bald Mountain. With his quest to reforge the blade of his forefathers, battle the Forces of Darkness Demons unleashed for power for her plan in season 3 and give Xanatos a true Human Rival to match his unparalleled resources vs a norman man with the will and skill to do anything he sets his mind to.
The Fact that he is "Probably" the Reincarnation of Sir Ywain and is another feather to his cap ....witch means Morgan La Fey is his mom.
Enjoy.
@Slynnwen
(The Warrior POV)
1975...Bald Mountain, The Carpathian Mountains Poland.
The Night had just risen as the owner looked out upon the mountain. It had been silent for Centuries now, and for that time your line has watched the mountain in silence, the ward put upon it held strong across the ages.
The Warrior nodded as the moon finally rose. The Demon of the night was here.
You remembered the tales of the Demon, from a time long ago....when she came to this place for power and when your forefathers drove her away with fire and the sword. For Twenty Years, they battled every night...between the Dark God Chernabog and the Demon your ancestors held firm in power and in skill but age and time withered his strength and his will.
But even then, she did not gain the blessing of the Darkness. She never will...not while your line draws breath, and the blade remains strong. But still, you have your doubts...You were not a young man, and nothing was certain with her.
A quiet moment came as you went to the shotgun and the Blade on the mantelpiece. "For too long you have been away from battle, I pray your strength remains, as evident in my care."
You went to the basement and looked to your son. "My son, Luca Azrael Voin...I leave you with a terrible burden, you are not ready for the weight of the world you must bear, and with your wife dead by the monsters hand...I will not survive this ...but you must, do so for me."
You calmly loaded the shotgun and exited the door into the field of your home.
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With a blade by your side and a Shotgun in your hand, you held out a watch and watched her land with the red glow in her eyes. "Leave this Place DEMONA!! You are not welcome here."
A laugh echoed from her lips as she paced around your homes front yard, clearly eying you up like the predator of darkness she was. "And why should I warrior, your line defied me once by keeping the magical site hidden from me. You humans, in the centuries since you sealed it and I am here to collect on the power I am owed."
"For what...to kill us all, for some petty revenge on the rest of the world because you were dumb and arrogent enough to betray your clan." You started as she lunged at you.
Giving the Monster both barrels, you looked at Demona with a silent gaze as you reload the shotgun.
"Humans are the CAUSE of my pain and my grief...you would never-" She was interrupted by a duel blast to her head as you decided her rant was not worth the pain on your ears, so you did the shot with the express purpose of shutting her up.
"I know pain and suffering...better than you know...I've lived under communism my entire life, living in fear and understanding if they knew what I knew they would damn us all for a HINT of false promises of Glory and Conquest…" You said calmly as you put the shotgun down and sighed.
"I will do what I must…" Drawing the blade, its glow of black made clear by the moon's glow.
Demona growled as her face and body stitched itself back together from the blasts you gave her. "You will regret ever challenging me. YOUR LINE WILL REGRET CHALLENGING ME!!"
"So be it...you will not pass to Bald Mountain, not as long as I live Demon." You replied.
The blade and your body moved as one, as if you were the blade itself. A testament to a lifetime of training and living given form and guided by your desire.
Once upon a time, it would have been enough to keep the evil of bald mountain at bay...it was not that time. You fought an entire night and in the end it was not enough..
Fighting her...was never enough, defeating her was impossible.
The Blade Shattered in three, your arm removed by strikes from Demona's claws...your heart was demolished midway through the battle and you just now noticed literally fell off...the left eye was gone and your face was shattered from several blows from a mace.
So how the hell were you still standing. Oh, your body is collapsing. You fell to the ground face first, and finally died.
Demona didn't bother finishing off the son, she flew to Bald Mountain and undid the seal placed upon it long ago.
She got what she came for and you were dead, your blade broken and the strength failing.
"My son...live and bring the light back." The request went calmly into the wind.
Your son and the blade was recovered and sent west, as far from Darkness as you could.
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(Luca POV)
1994 Manhattan New York.
Owen looked at the pieces of the blade and frowned. "This is angelic forged steel, blessed by the Archangel Michael himself, and your father all but destroyed it...what makes you think I can restore it."
"Your not going to restore it...I'm smart enough to not trust a Trickster Fae, Puck...now you will help me, or I will drag you to Chernabog and leave you to die by his hands...and you are old enough to remember him." You said calmly as the man's true name was spoken.
Owen laughed. "Your ideal threat means nothing,it takes time for the God of Darkness to gain power. Even you understand that. "
You stood up and nodded. "That may be true...but I know you have a certain...fondness for Mr. Xanatos and it would be a shame for such a smart man to meet such an unfortunate end."
"You know Mr. Xanatos can hear everything you are saying right?" Owen said calmly.
You nodded lazily pulling a handgun out of your coat pocket. "I guess you expected this David Xanatos...I'm not a vengeful man but I am a man who can keep my word as a professional. And even you can appreciate a man who is forward with his options."
Xanatos was silent. "I appreciate the virtue of honesty, such a rarity these days, but I'm afraid that even If I could help you, what would you give me...besides the ability to walk another day among the living."
"I believe that the long term investment of being able to not be crushed by a dark god, is a valid price to pay for any man." You said calmly.
"And if You are...lying in any way?"David said.
He turned and you had already disappeared with a note and the gun on the table. "Owen what the hell happened and how the hell did he disappear?"
"He's a man with nothing to lose sir...he jumped out the window with a paraglider."
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Season Three of Gargoyles introduces us to Luca Voin, the Gargoyles version of the Populer Warrior of Bald Mountain. With his quest to reforge the blade of his forefathers, battle the Forces of Darkness Demons unleashed for power for her plan in season 3 and give Xanatos a true Human Rival to match his unparalleled resources vs a norman man with the will and skill to do anything he sets his mind to.
The Fact that he is "Probably" the Reincarnation of Sir Ywain and is another feather to his cap ....witch means Morgan La Fey is his mom.
Enjoy.
- Location
- Tarn-Vedra
[X] Plan Disney means Luxury and Value V2
Omake: Conversations with Michael Eisner with special guest Michael Eisner
- Location
- SF Bay Area
Omake: Conversations with Michael Eisner with special guest Michael Eisner
Michael paced back stage looked over to Frank, "How long til I go on?"
Frank looked away from his smartphone, "First Gates then you. Relax Mike, the interview will go fine."
Mike shook his head looking at a poster on the wall Walt Disney Studios presents Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. "Disney didn't make the standardized operating system, or create a foundation to cure polio. We just have habit of picking good IPs"
Jeff who was sipping coffee next to Don reading a manga, merely sighed, "Look Mike it will be fine. You won us 8 Oscars after all" Don grumbled, "Still miffed we lost Best Animated to Akira"
Jeff nodded, "To be fair it WAS Akira. Hell it nearly beat both of our movies at the box office when it opened here."
Mike nodded, and began straightening his tie, "Still I have to say I'm a bit nervous about this interview. I can't quite get a grip on him" he said gesturing to another poster of the show's host
Frank, Jeff and Don merely rolled their eyes
A stagehand came out clipboard in hand, "All right Mr. Eisner we are on in 30. He'll introduce you and start with the questions about your 20+ years heading up Disney."
Mike nodded, Breck signaled on his headset, "Guest prepped we are on in 5...
>>>>>
Soon he found himself on stage across from the host, a balding man with some grey hair showing. "Now my next guest, has over the past 21 years managed the Disney Company, from near bankruptcy to its lofty heights today. Please put your hands together for Mr. Michael Eisner.
"Please call me Mike" Mike stated, to the chortles of the audience.
"All Right Mike, Now I know from personal experience that running Disney is not an easy task, sometimes it's like herding cats. Any specific team that helped you manage such a daunting creative company?"
Mike leaned back and paused for a moment, "I would have to say that I have been truly blessed with a great team of imagineers, and also executives that keep me on the path. When you are successful it's vital to keep your ego in check and they manage to do that... Now, " he laughed, "Keeping their egos in check is a problem" the audience laughed, "But I can say that I wouldn't be hear without my team. Don Bluth..." the host quirked an eyebrow at that.
"...Frank Wells..." the host nodded somberly
"...Jeff Katzenberg..." the host frowned
"... and of course Roy." The host looked distinctly unhappy
"Is that so? I thought Roy of all people would have been a thorn in your side. He could be a bit of backstabber" said the host
Mike thought his response, "Roy takes his work seriously, and keeping the Disney family torch going. When he retired 2 years ago, he did it to take up a larger role at the Disney Conservation Group. While keeping Walt's vision alive and well is important, you do have to look beyond for other ideas."
The host nodded, "Now that I understand, you know my son when he first visited Disneyland, thought it was boring. He's changed his mind of course" the audience laughed
Mike nodded "That's great what's your son's name again?" he asked
The host smiled, "Breck."
Mike paused, "That's... my son's name" and looked out to the audience who seemed to fade before his eyes, and he looked at the placard on the host's desk, 'Conversations with Michael Eisner' before looking at the host, who was smiling, "...Imagine that." Mike took in the host before him, he was familiar but at the same time not. "Who are you?
The host chortled, "I should think that obvious. You, or another version of you. I'm sure your lab guys could explain it. So..." he said leaning back, "Roy? How the hell did that happen. He pull the wool over your eyes, or did he and Jeff beat each other into submission."
Mike cleared his throat, "Actually I supported the renovation of Discovery Island, ever since then Roy and I have been on good terms."
The host looked incredulous, "Jeez if I knew it was that easy I'd have spent the 10 million myself."
Mike shrugged, "Well that and causing an energy revolution that might have saved the planet."
The host nodded, "That might have done it."
Mike couldn't help but notice the differences between the host and himself, "What happened to you?"
The host shrugged, "Frank died in a Copter Crash, Jeff went off with Spielberg and tried to screw us over for 10 years, killing 2D animation in the process. Nice save there by the way. Roy... Roy led the investor revolt that saw me lose my job."
"But the board loves us..." said Mike. The host nodded,
"The board isn't the issue, it was the employee investors. That and our idea for an A and B feature animation team never really panned out. VHS releases didn't do too well. I could go on but I'm sure that little voice in your head will warn you of things before they come"
Mike looked about furtively, "What little voice?"
The host gave him a doubtful look "Never mind that now." and looked at his watch, "Oh it's nearly time."
Mike was thoroughly confused, "Time for what?"
The host looked back at him "Time to wake up"
>>>>>
The Mickey Mouse alarm clock clock went off on Mike's nightstand, he quickly slapped it off. What bizarre dream. That cinched it... no more Mexican leftovers midnight snacks if that was what dreams it caused.
Michael paced back stage looked over to Frank, "How long til I go on?"
Frank looked away from his smartphone, "First Gates then you. Relax Mike, the interview will go fine."
Mike shook his head looking at a poster on the wall Walt Disney Studios presents Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. "Disney didn't make the standardized operating system, or create a foundation to cure polio. We just have habit of picking good IPs"
Jeff who was sipping coffee next to Don reading a manga, merely sighed, "Look Mike it will be fine. You won us 8 Oscars after all" Don grumbled, "Still miffed we lost Best Animated to Akira"
Jeff nodded, "To be fair it WAS Akira. Hell it nearly beat both of our movies at the box office when it opened here."
Mike nodded, and began straightening his tie, "Still I have to say I'm a bit nervous about this interview. I can't quite get a grip on him" he said gesturing to another poster of the show's host
Frank, Jeff and Don merely rolled their eyes
A stagehand came out clipboard in hand, "All right Mr. Eisner we are on in 30. He'll introduce you and start with the questions about your 20+ years heading up Disney."
Mike nodded, Breck signaled on his headset, "Guest prepped we are on in 5...
>>>>>
Soon he found himself on stage across from the host, a balding man with some grey hair showing. "Now my next guest, has over the past 21 years managed the Disney Company, from near bankruptcy to its lofty heights today. Please put your hands together for Mr. Michael Eisner.
"Please call me Mike" Mike stated, to the chortles of the audience.
"All Right Mike, Now I know from personal experience that running Disney is not an easy task, sometimes it's like herding cats. Any specific team that helped you manage such a daunting creative company?"
Mike leaned back and paused for a moment, "I would have to say that I have been truly blessed with a great team of imagineers, and also executives that keep me on the path. When you are successful it's vital to keep your ego in check and they manage to do that... Now, " he laughed, "Keeping their egos in check is a problem" the audience laughed, "But I can say that I wouldn't be hear without my team. Don Bluth..." the host quirked an eyebrow at that.
"...Frank Wells..." the host nodded somberly
"...Jeff Katzenberg..." the host frowned
"... and of course Roy." The host looked distinctly unhappy
"Is that so? I thought Roy of all people would have been a thorn in your side. He could be a bit of backstabber" said the host
Mike thought his response, "Roy takes his work seriously, and keeping the Disney family torch going. When he retired 2 years ago, he did it to take up a larger role at the Disney Conservation Group. While keeping Walt's vision alive and well is important, you do have to look beyond for other ideas."
The host nodded, "Now that I understand, you know my son when he first visited Disneyland, thought it was boring. He's changed his mind of course" the audience laughed
Mike nodded "That's great what's your son's name again?" he asked
The host smiled, "Breck."
Mike paused, "That's... my son's name" and looked out to the audience who seemed to fade before his eyes, and he looked at the placard on the host's desk, 'Conversations with Michael Eisner' before looking at the host, who was smiling, "...Imagine that." Mike took in the host before him, he was familiar but at the same time not. "Who are you?
The host chortled, "I should think that obvious. You, or another version of you. I'm sure your lab guys could explain it. So..." he said leaning back, "Roy? How the hell did that happen. He pull the wool over your eyes, or did he and Jeff beat each other into submission."
Mike cleared his throat, "Actually I supported the renovation of Discovery Island, ever since then Roy and I have been on good terms."
The host looked incredulous, "Jeez if I knew it was that easy I'd have spent the 10 million myself."
Mike shrugged, "Well that and causing an energy revolution that might have saved the planet."
The host nodded, "That might have done it."
Mike couldn't help but notice the differences between the host and himself, "What happened to you?"
The host shrugged, "Frank died in a Copter Crash, Jeff went off with Spielberg and tried to screw us over for 10 years, killing 2D animation in the process. Nice save there by the way. Roy... Roy led the investor revolt that saw me lose my job."
"But the board loves us..." said Mike. The host nodded,
"The board isn't the issue, it was the employee investors. That and our idea for an A and B feature animation team never really panned out. VHS releases didn't do too well. I could go on but I'm sure that little voice in your head will warn you of things before they come"
Mike looked about furtively, "What little voice?"
The host gave him a doubtful look "Never mind that now." and looked at his watch, "Oh it's nearly time."
Mike was thoroughly confused, "Time for what?"
The host looked back at him "Time to wake up"
>>>>>
The Mickey Mouse alarm clock clock went off on Mike's nightstand, he quickly slapped it off. What bizarre dream. That cinched it... no more Mexican leftovers midnight snacks if that was what dreams it caused.
- Location
- I think somewhere. I might be nowhere though
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- He/Him
Well that was freaky. Fun though. Nice job firebringer!
- Location
- United States
You mean the city of the future EPCOT?
Aramis
An unwilling witness
- Location
- Who cares?
Yep, that one.
We should probably start working on it soon, considering Slynnwen is excited about EPCOT options and is dissapointed we haven't really looked into it.
- Location
- California
If we want to do EPCOT, perhaps after Lilie Disney is finished? We need every spare action that does not directly benefit our company to faster build Hollywood Studios and then Lilie Disney.
- Location
- Hellish Yard
[X] Plan Disney means Luxury and Value V2
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Plan Disney means Luxury and Value V2
- Location
- Attached to a wall
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Plan Disney means Luxury and Value V2
- Location
- SF Bay Area
Researching water parks there is something we need to consider, transportation. Unlike our parks and hotels there is another consideration on top we must consider... water, chlorinated water at that, being brought onto our monorails and peoplemovers, by soaking wet customers. That stuff is murder to maintain with those factors. Either some how hurricane proofing gets us something to work around this or we renovate our buses with solar electric hybrids and only allow water park access that way.
Beyond that what are people's ideas for theme or type of water park. Looking at last turn it looks like they come in three varieties Value, Moderate, Deluxe. River country is probably value, Typhoon Lagoon moderate, and Blizzard Beach Deluxe.
I might suggest a deluxe, southwest of Disney Marketplace, mostly so we could drag in Marketplace and Orlando local traffic (and beat the snot out of wet n wild and maybe cut into Seaworkd profits) I mean nothing
Beyond that what are people's ideas for theme or type of water park. Looking at last turn it looks like they come in three varieties Value, Moderate, Deluxe. River country is probably value, Typhoon Lagoon moderate, and Blizzard Beach Deluxe.
I might suggest a deluxe, southwest of Disney Marketplace, mostly so we could drag in Marketplace and Orlando local traffic (and beat the snot out of wet n wild and maybe cut into Seaworkd profits) I mean nothing
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- Location
- California
I agree we may want to go for the Huge Park.
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Blizzard Beach was pretty innovative and based on a real-life event. We could recreate that? Most of the water-related IPs in Disney's arsenal are further in the future though; Little Mermaid, Atlantis, kinda-sorta Hercules... Though there's bits and pieces from previous movies, like the mermaid cove in Peter Pan.
- Location
- SF Bay Area
why not Pleasure Island and Pinocchio?
overmind
Ruler of the Swarm
So, we should wait until we at least have the Little Mermaid done then?
Personally I think that woul dbe a bit too scary for children. I know I would feel somewhat scared if I was told that we'd be going to a water park that is themed around Pinocchio
Sir_Braazmiir
Tiefling Paladin
- Location
- Wherever I am
I was thinking about 20k Leagues myself, along with (iirc) the underwater scene that made the VHS cover of Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
- Location
- SF Bay Area
I worry we might be overusing Verne, but we can't wait until 89 to build a water park
overmind
Ruler of the Swarm
Well, there is also another way...
In 1987 construction began in what would become Splash Mountain, and it would certainly serve as a good attraction for a water park.
...Problem is...It's based in the very racist and questionable Disney movie "Song of the South", a movie that Disney has been trying very, very, very, very hard to distance itself from. Since the beginning of the 1980's forward actually.
I'm actualy somewhat surprised that it was still themed as such, considering the many ways that they have tried to pretend that the movie never took place, but if we want a water park, we could try to have Splash Mountain there instead of in Disneyland or Disney World.
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I'd rather hold off on anything Jules Verne related since we're going to have a lot of that in Lille, and in the Living Seas already. Bedknobs and Broomsticks though works. Also perhaps a swampboat experience from The Rescuers? And a more sedate Jungle Book river lounge. Not to mention Pirates of the Caribbean. We may be able to kick off that franchise early.
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