It's a small world after all...

...especially if this is the first time you've been to Disney World since you were 10 years old. But sure, the turns on Thunder Mountain aren't quite as fast, the drops on the log ride aren't quite as high, and the Haunted Mansion isn't quite as spooky, but gosh darn it, the hotdogs still taste just as good. Welcome to Disney World folks!

Not a bad spot for a conference.

Hard to find the motivation to tackle the queues in the Magic Kingdom when the room opens onto the beach. Perhaps I'll waddle down to the convenient mobility scooter stand down in the hotel lobby. Why these days they even come complete with two convenient cup holders - one for your super upsized soda, and the other for your dialysis machine.


Welcome to the Magic Kingdom. Have a Magical Day (tm). And make sure you spend what's left of you stimulus package on a pair of Mickey ears and a corn dog. Seriously, it would be un-American not to.

Casey's hot dog stand. Who would have thought there's life beyond WoW?

Quick, get a photo. This is the last home in Florida that hasn't been foreclosed on yet.

The jungle cruise. Rock looks a little to blase about the impending doom at the jaws of an enraged flotilla of crocodiles. Almost like he's seen it all before...

This is the before shot. We sold the after shot for a Weightwatchers commercial.

Mei wonders how the Swiss Family Robinson managed to recover the soda fountains from their doomed vessel in such good working condition.

Look, they even crafted a convenient, water-powered pulley system to lift cokes from the river cooler to the lookout deck.

Hot diggity dog that's a good hot dog.

Cruising the waterways of the Kingdom. Supposedly that's Tom Sayer out there on that log peeling potatos. Hopefully for the big bucket of french fries I'm gonna buy when we moor.

To infinity and beyond! In other words, time to brave the queue for Thunder Mountain.

It's a small world after all. But at least they didn't downsize it by cutting the most important part. Ka mate!

Time for some splash action at Typhoon Lagoon. Hang on to that hat, the Pinnaple Crusher looms behind that gate.

Rock demonstrates why the target market for the Ab Rocket infomercial is rather expansive (hur hur hur) in this part of the world.

Splashdown! Careful Mei, if I couldn't swim I'm not sure I'd share a raft with that landlubber.


Next stop, the swine flu incubator. Hey, they sell tacos too - that's a bonus!

Mickey Mouse and Friends. Well, Mickey Mouse and another walking profit centre.

In the future GM will make spaceships. Well, I guess Star Trek has brought alternate realities back in vogue.

Disney Hollywood Studios. This was before the Tower of Terror. Afterwards was somewhat less photogenic.

I am C3PO, human cyborg relations. And you are? Another CFA? Oh my, if my memory banks serve me correctly, that's part of the Corrillia system?

Beep dee doo blip dweep. My, but that is much more perceptive than anything Rock could have written.

The reason they never find the Lock Ness Monster is because he decided long ago that a freezing bog somewhere in the Scottish Highlands has got nothing on a nice retirement pond in sunny Orlando.

Ok confession time. We went to the T-rex Cafe. Yep, that's right, we sold out the land of Per Se, Masa, and Gordon Ramsey for the tacky thrills of animated stegosauruses, complete with convenient stroller parking stations.

And you know what? It was pretty darn good. No wonder you don't see many brontosauruses around these days - their ribs sure are tasty.

Last stop, the Lego shop. Why it's the Hong Kong skyline. I wonder if they make a new translucent smog brick?

Double teamed! Take that evil Lego robot, we'll blow you into a million pieces (geddit, hur hur hur).