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    Default Selling 1 GA Weekend 1 Pass

    $349.
    I'm located in the most southern part of the East Bay.

    Just post a good story. Not looking to trade.

    I also have 2x Weekend 2 GA with car camping, if anyone is interested, but no one probably is.

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    I'm looking for a single W1 GA. Not for myself, but for a friend who would be joining me and one other. She's not versed in internet/ticket stuff but she seems genuinely interested in going and seeing stuff like the xx, Cafe Tacuba, etc. And I always enjoy bringing new people along. Most of my friends have little interest in Coachella so it would be nice if I could help find her a ticket.
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    Hey here's an idea. You know those people who are desperately poor, down on their luck, uneducated, abused, and generally ill-equipped for life? Let's make fun of them.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Robin View Post
    Just post a good story.
    Hey all,
    Just so you know, I'm purposely not replying to private messages. I just want to hear a good story. Use your imagination.

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    ok

    My neighbor and friend grant is looking for a pass.The other day he was very drunk and was telling me that he HAS TO GO TO COACHELLA ..he has been going to coachella since 2010 and I hope he can keep going consecutively to .

    here's grant in the middle of the group of boardies that went to ATP:NJ

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    Still pretty serious about this.

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    FYF @ LA Sport Area 08/23 - 08/24/14
    Swans @ The Independent 08/08/14
    Decibel Festival @ Seattle 09/24 - 09/28/14
    War on Drugs @ Fillmore 10/05/14
    Death From Above 1979 @ The Independent 11/17/14


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    Great story, Getbetter. You have a friend. He said he needs to go. Awesome.
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    Hannah, I don't know that pigs have big weiners, and my early 20's facination with dogs because of weiner size, I think. If that helps.

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    Here's my story:

    Once, not very long ago, it turns out that I'm one pass short for weekend one. Then I read this thread. Not only do I have three hundred and forty-nine dollars, but also access to Yuengling. Don't you find yourself rather thirsty at times? Something to think about.

    The End.
    14 in a row = 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012a, 2012b, 2013a, 2013b, 2014a, 2014b


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    My brother does not have a pass. I'm taking him out to Coachella to get his mind blown and hopefully is small penis blown as well. I will also give you my password to girlsdoporn.com

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    I've got a story about spewing bodily excrement from both ends in the shower on Wednesday that is far more deserving of a ticket than any of these. Can you people at least paint a better picture about why your inept and seemingly mildly retarded ("isn't versed in internet/tickets?") friends should get a ticket? Them wanting a ticket does not qualify as a compelling reason.


    To reiterate, none of these submissions so far are stories.

    8/30: Peaking Lights @ The Chapel
    9/3: Bear in Heaven @ The Independent
    9/11: Tomas Barfod @ The Rickshaw Stop
    9/12: Shifted @ Mercer
    9/24 - 28: Decibel Festival
    10/3-5: Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival
    10/4: Ought @ BoH
    10/5: The War on Drugs, Cass McCombs @ The Fillmore
    10/18-19: Treasure Island Music Festival

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    ... I really want to hear the shower story.
    Quote Originally Posted by amyzzz View Post
    Hannah, I don't know that pigs have big weiners, and my early 20's facination with dogs because of weiner size, I think. If that helps.

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    I mean, I was so sick I didn't have the energy to be disgusted enough to try and lift my feet up and wash it off and get the fuck out of there as soon as I could. I just leaned my head against the shower wall and accepted that this would forever be my reality.

    8/30: Peaking Lights @ The Chapel
    9/3: Bear in Heaven @ The Independent
    9/11: Tomas Barfod @ The Rickshaw Stop
    9/12: Shifted @ Mercer
    9/24 - 28: Decibel Festival
    10/3-5: Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival
    10/4: Ought @ BoH
    10/5: The War on Drugs, Cass McCombs @ The Fillmore
    10/18-19: Treasure Island Music Festival

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    So, you were just hanging out in a bathtub full of vomit and diarrhea is what I take from it? Now, what's your bathroom configuration like? Was there any way you could have shat in the toilet and still managed to vomit in the bathtub or is your deal not that close together?
    Quote Originally Posted by amyzzz View Post
    Hannah, I don't know that pigs have big weiners, and my early 20's facination with dogs because of weiner size, I think. If that helps.

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    I would have had to really project the vomit for that to work, but it still would have been a smarter option than what I chose. I've never looked more longingly at a toilet than those 5 eternal minutes.

    8/30: Peaking Lights @ The Chapel
    9/3: Bear in Heaven @ The Independent
    9/11: Tomas Barfod @ The Rickshaw Stop
    9/12: Shifted @ Mercer
    9/24 - 28: Decibel Festival
    10/3-5: Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival
    10/4: Ought @ BoH
    10/5: The War on Drugs, Cass McCombs @ The Fillmore
    10/18-19: Treasure Island Music Festival

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    Robin -- now pick which of these shitty stories deserves your festival pass.

    8/30: Peaking Lights @ The Chapel
    9/3: Bear in Heaven @ The Independent
    9/11: Tomas Barfod @ The Rickshaw Stop
    9/12: Shifted @ Mercer
    9/24 - 28: Decibel Festival
    10/3-5: Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival
    10/4: Ought @ BoH
    10/5: The War on Drugs, Cass McCombs @ The Fillmore
    10/18-19: Treasure Island Music Festival

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    Do you have any other stories that involve you shitting somewhere you shouldn't be. I don't want this to end.
    Quote Originally Posted by amyzzz View Post
    Hannah, I don't know that pigs have big weiners, and my early 20's facination with dogs because of weiner size, I think. If that helps.

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    Quote Originally Posted by guedita View Post
    Robin -- now pick which of these shitty stories deserves your festival pass.
    All these stories suck, and they're not even stories.
    Except for yours, but you don't need a pass.

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    I don't need a pass, but I'd like one. I could put it to use.

    8/30: Peaking Lights @ The Chapel
    9/3: Bear in Heaven @ The Independent
    9/11: Tomas Barfod @ The Rickshaw Stop
    9/12: Shifted @ Mercer
    9/24 - 28: Decibel Festival
    10/3-5: Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival
    10/4: Ought @ BoH
    10/5: The War on Drugs, Cass McCombs @ The Fillmore
    10/18-19: Treasure Island Music Festival

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    Honestly, I won't even bore with you which of my too-retarded-to-figure-out-how-to-get-a-ticket-on-their-own friends I'll give it to, because I haven't picked yet. (Probably the one most likely to have a garage they'll let me live in when I become unemployed).

    8/30: Peaking Lights @ The Chapel
    9/3: Bear in Heaven @ The Independent
    9/11: Tomas Barfod @ The Rickshaw Stop
    9/12: Shifted @ Mercer
    9/24 - 28: Decibel Festival
    10/3-5: Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival
    10/4: Ought @ BoH
    10/5: The War on Drugs, Cass McCombs @ The Fillmore
    10/18-19: Treasure Island Music Festival

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    Well, Cara, if I don't get better stories, the wristband is yours.

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    I need a weekend 1 GA pass for myself and here is my story:

    Danny was groggy after working the graveyard shift at the local UPS store for the third night in a row. There's only so much that instant coffee and no doz does for you after a while. As he shambled home with the rising sun, he realized that today was going to be a good day. It was the day that Coachella tickets go on sale. Gaining more and more excitement with each stride, Danny made a pit stop at the 7-11 for some of their infamous hot dogs before returning to his apartment. As he entered the store, he immediately could tell that something wasn't right. There were 0 hot dogs on the hot dog cooker and the store clerk was no where to be found. Thinking that the store clerk had gone to the back to get more hot dogs, Danny leaned on the counter and fought off sleep. Just as he was nodding off he noticed something strange out of the corner of his eye... "That man exiting the bathroom looks a lot like Ben Gibbard", he thought to himself. Jolting himself awake, he spun around to realize that it was in fact Ben Gibbard.

    Ben had mustard and ketchup stains streaked along his flannel shirt and had looked like his stomach had gotten into a fight with ten 7-11 hot dogs. Clearly, the hot dogs won. The thought of Ben Gibbard eating every single hot dog and not leaving any for the graveyard shifts returning home enraged Danny to no end. "Hey Gibbard, what's the deal? First you release a disappointing new single and now you eat all of the hot dogs??" Ben just laughed and wiped some relish off of his chin before replying "I have all of the money in the world. If I want 80 cent hot dogs you better believe that I'll get them". It was on. Danny could take no more and in a blind flash of rage whipped out a white glove and slapped Ben square in the face to challenge him to a duel. Growing up in the midwest, Ben was no stranger to duels. He had won a few of them himself as a young lad and knew that once a glove has made contact to your face there is no turning back. Ben accepted the duel and promptly ripped off his shirt. Little did Danny know that eating ALL of the 7-11 hot dogs had given Ben superhero status. Not only did he now have a six pack, but he had 12 hot dog missiles coming out of his pecks that he promptly started to launch at Danny. Danny managed to dodge 4 of them before the 5th one hit him on the chest. The pork casing ripped open and pork and hot grease flew everywhere badly burning Danny and giving Ben the chance to deliver a finishing hot dog blow to Danny's groin.

    Danny woke up 3 hours later in a pool of hot dog grease and meat chunks. Realizing that he had lost a duel and shamed his family he trudged home in defeat. Hungry and wounded, the only thing on his mind was securing a Coachella ticket for the chance to challenge Ben to another duel at the polo fields. Try as he may, he couldn't get out of the processing queue and lost his chance to buy a GA ticket for Coachella. Game Over.

    That's where you come in Robin. If you allow me the opportunity to go to Coachella then and only then can I defend my honor and beat this super villain that is know as Ben Gibbard.

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    As an add on to izzgewds story i would also like to add that the girlsdoporn passoword is a premium account...... and also comes along with the password to and exploited blackteen.com account.

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    I don't need a pass but this thread definitely made my day. Just saw Ben Gibbard perform in DC though and that shook the fairy dust off it.

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    I wrote a novel in elementary school about runaway kids at Disneyland and Animatronics coming to life. I haven't read it in years and it's laughably bad. Enjoy.

    Action Filled Adventures #1: The Disney Way…or the Dangerous Way


    “Scholastic Publishing, Inc.”


    CHAPTER ONE


    I’m here at Disneyland by myself. Nothing could be better than being alone at Disneyland. I’ve been on rides by myself, but I’ve never been alone at Disneyland, and it has finally come true!
    Actually, it hasn’t. Because I’m not really alone. I’m with my brother, and anything can happen when your worst enemy happens to be your brother. I suppose you’re going to ask me why I’m with my brother at the Happiest Place on Earth, when really it’s become the Most Unenjoyable Place on Earth. It’s because my mom made us. It all started when I was doing my homework in my room. It was really quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Usually my room was the noisiest room in the house, thanks to my stereo system, which I saved up all my money for and I actually went broke once I bought it. Anyway, back to the story. The door opened so suddenly my heart stopped. I thought it was the police or a murderer. I put my hands up in the air.
    “I surrender!” I whispered. “Good. Get up,” a voice said. I sighed. It was my little brother, more like Super-Brat. “What do you want,” I asked. “I know something you don’t,” he said. My brother’s name is Joey, and I think that name fits his description. I usually know when Joey is about to tell me something that I definitely won’t like. “Mom said you’re going to Disneyland by yourself, all alone, with no one to bother you except strangers -” he started to say, but I quickly interrupted him. “What? Alone? Yes! And no one to bother me!” I cried out, turning my room into the noisiest room in the house again, without my radio. “ - except me.” Joey said, finishing what he had to say. Those two words out of my entire vocabulary made my room the noisiest room in the universe! “What? I have to go with you? Are you kidding! Get out! Gettt outttt!!!!!!” I slammed the door and screamed by brains out. It was the most horrible day of my life, but little did I know, doing this would turn us into heroes.
    That night at the dinner table, I kept silent. I didn’t want my mom or dad to think that it was wrong to let us go alone. Maybe we’d all go, or worst of all, maybe we wouldn’t go at all! Don’t get me wrong - at least we’re going. The worst part is having to go with the little squirt. But like I said, at least we are going. Come to think of it, it might be a little fun - after all, it is the Happiest Place on Earth!


    CHAPTER TWO


    So on Saturday we came alone. We took the bus and Joey had to go to the bathroom. It was embarrassing.
    My dad had given me 200 bucks in cash! Lucky, huh? I really don’t need all that money, obviously. If we have annual passes, we don’t need to pay to get in. So when we got there at 7:30 sharp, Main Street was the only section of the park that happened to be open at the time. So I went inside Bank of America and put in 150 dollars. Now I had $50.00, and when I needed more or when it was time to leave I would go and take out my 150 bucks.


    *********************************


    My dad calls me two things: Mr. Disneyland or the Disneyland Expert. They both fit my description. My name is Matt. These next paragraphs is for people who have never been to Disneyland, though I know almost everyone has.
    Before Disneyland, there were (and still are!) street shows, carnivals, amusement parks, and fairs, but none of them came close to what Walt Disney - the creater - dreamed of. Disneyland began when his two daughters were real young. Every Saturday was Daddy’s Day, and Walt Disney took them to the merry-go-round. He would sit on the bench, eating peanuts. While he sat there he thought that there should be something built, a place where parents could join in on adventures with there kids. Disney had set up his own animation studio in the early 1920’s, around 1922. In 1928, the famous rodent came along. Mortimer. What? Well, actually, he was almost named that, but Walt changed it to Mickey. Mickey was the main character in history’s first talking cartoon, “Steamboat Willie.” Walt also created the first color cartoon, “Flowers and Trees.” He created the first full-length carton feature, “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.” Later, during World War II, an assistant remembers Walt talking about opening the Disney Studio to guided tours, even providing a train ride around the lot. In 1948, Walt wanted to make an electric toy train for his nephews as a Christmas gift, large enough for anyone to ride in it. His train (which he actually made) was something that made him want to build Disneyland.
    Disneyland was first scheduled to be called “Disneylandia”, but was shortened. It was also scheduled to be built in Burbank, across from the studio. There would be “singing” waterfalls, statues of Disney characters, picnic areas, pony rides, fountains, a roller coaster that would go over a stimulated broken bridge, and of course, Disney’s live steam train. But the government wouldn’t allow it. His wife was also upset. “Why would you want to get involved with an amusement park? They’re so dirty, and they are not fun at all for grown-ups,” she said. Indeed, she was right. But Walt explained to her that his kind of park would be clean, organized, and it would be fun for everyone. Still, the government wouldn’t allow it in Burbank; so he built it in Anaheim. It cost $17,000,000.00 to build! Walt divided Disneyland into 4 realms, or the more familiar “lands” - Fantasyland, Frontierland, Tomorrowland, and Adventureland. All lands converged at the hub at the end of Main Street, U.S.A. Each major attraction would be keyed to its appropriate realm. Disneyland gave Walt the chance, for the first time, to make his dreams and ideas come completely to life. Walt remembers Main Street as the small town during the turn-of-the-century- when he was a boy. Adventureland salutes the stories and films he created. Frontierland celebrates the heroes of American history and folklore that Walt admired. In Fantasyland, the enchanted world of Mickey, Snow White, Pinocchio, Cinderela, and dozens of other characters from Walt’s films welcome you. Tomorrow land continues to show people the future. Eventually, more lands sprang into being - New Orleans Square, Critter Country, and the new Mickey’s Toontown. From the very outset, Walt intended to make every guest’s visit to Disneyland unforgettable. For the first time, guests could fly with Peter Pan, ride wildly with Mr. Toad, and share Snow White’s scary adventures. The opening day was a disaster but also a success. Power went out on many attractions, rides broke down, there were long lines for everything, restaurants ran out of supplies, and women’s’ heels sank into the hot and still soft asphalt.
    On the opening day there were 21 attractions at Disneyland, and compared to today’s 60 attractions, it’s nothing. On the opening day, Main Street attractions were: The Santa Fe and Disneyland Passenger trains, Horse-drawn Streetcars, a Fire Wagon, the Main Street Cinema (which showed old cartoons made by Walt), and the Surreys (which were removed). In Adventureland, the only attraction there was the ever-popular Jungle Cruise. In Frontierland, 2 of the 3 attractions were removed. Those were the Stage Coach and the Mule Pack. The Mark Twain Steamboat is still in operation. Fantasyland had arguably the most attractions. It had King Arthur Carrousel, Peter Pan Flight, Mad Tea Party, Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, Storybook Land Canal Boats, and Snow White’s Adventures. In Tomorrowland, there were only two attractions - the Autopia and Space Station X-1, which was removed. Later in 1959, the Matterhorn was added. In 1977, Space Mountain was added. And in 1979, Big Thunder Mountain opened. These are some of my favorite rides.
    Anyway, I just realized they said that they’re closing Disneyland ------------------- at 12:00pm!


    CHAPTER THREE


    I don’t understand it. Disneyland has never closed, except for when it’s real late. What I mean by closing is that Disneyland is supposed to be open 365 days a year. This all started in 1985. Since then Disneyland has been open every day of the year, and closes no later than 1 o’clock in the morning, with the exception of New Year’s Eve, when it closes at 3 in the morning.
    They didn’t even announce why Disneyland would be closing. They did announce that Disneyland would close that night at 6pm (early!), and then re-open on December 11. That was a whole 2 months! More than 2 months!
    I didn’t waste a second. I grabbed Joey by the hand and ran. I just ran, for no apparent reason. I hopped on the raft to IT and when we got there I hopped off and ran. I happened to forget Joey. I was going to stay here. I was going to live here if I had to. At least I would stay for a while, maybe even die here, on IT. Tom Sawyer Island. If Tom Sawyer ran away to an island and survived, so could I.
    Then I remembered. I had forgotten about Joey. He could be anywhere. Then something tapped my shoulder. I screamed. I heard a laugh. I turned around and saw Joey. He laughed. I cuffed him sharply. He cried. I sighed.
    I looked at my watch. I almost screamed again, but I couldn’t, because I had lost my voice. It was almost 6! The guards could be just around the corner, searching for people to get off the island. I hadn’t thought about this, and if I wanted to stay and survive on this island, the first thing I had to do is think of a way to escape the guards. They’re not bad guys, but they’re sort of. I grabbed Joey by the hand and ran to my favorite part of island - Injun Joe’s cave!
    When I was little I used to get confused in the cave. Now I know it like the back of my hand. Fortunately, the guards have trouble finding the exit. Just recently they added arrows leading to the exit. I made a few signs of my own. All I have to do is replace the right arrows leading in the right direction with the wrong ones that I made, which lead in the wrong direction. After I placed the signs, I waited in one of the “hidden” areas of the cave. It seemed like it was almost midnight by the time they came.
    I heard a small footstep. It got louder and louder, just as my heartbeat got louder and louder. When he reached the big crack I was silent. I didn’t dare move a muscle, and I didn’t breathe. It was a little bit hard not breathing, because he stayed there for awhile. He almost looked in the crack where I was hiding. It was a real large “crack,” hidden from view. There were tons of cobwebs, but overall it was pretty clean. So clean, in fact, I could live here if I wanted to. Joey had run off somewhere, but I didn’t worry because I told him where to go. I had told him to go to Fort Wilderness and snatch one of those fake rifles, because I wanted to see if they really worked. If they did, we were really lucky because that rifle could do the one basic thing we needed if we wanted to survive. That is hunt. There might be a few small animals we could catch and eat. Even a brother that is a brat can be smart and helpful if you ask him.
    After the “soldiers” had gone from the cave, I went out the exit, which was real nearby, and made sure they were gone. They were, and so started the adventures of the Runaways to Tom Sawyer Island.


    CHAPTER FOUR


    After I had made sure the soldiers were gone, I fetched Joey, who was still at Fort Wilderness. “Did you get the rifle unscrewed?” I asked, though the answer was obvious because he had no rifle with him. “No,” he said sadly. He mumbled a few sad but incomprehensible words to himself. I myself was sad. Not because Joey didn’t get the rifle, I was sad that because we had no way of getting food, we would starve to death and die on this island.
    Later that night, I remembered. We could have gotten some dinner at the food place in Fort Wilderness, but they would have closed the door. Just to be sure, though, I checked after Joey was asleep. It was my lucky day (I mean night), because the food stand was OPEN!!! I picked out an apple for Joey and (lucky me!) a slice of pizza!
    “I’m scared,” Joey whispered.
    “Of what? It’s perfectly safe here on an island. Besides, there’s probably a worker or somethin’ here,” I said, though I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t tell that to Joey.
    “You mean there’s a strange worker here on the island?” Joey asked. “No, stupid!” I laughed. “I meant there’s someone on the other side, across the river to the mainland. Here,” I said. “We’ll sleep on Castle Rock.”
    Later that night I woke up. I wondered were I was. Then I remembered that we were on Tom Sawyer Island. Suddenly I heard a movement over near the swaying bridge. Then I heard a twig snap. I gasped. Joey woke up and we both saw a shadow moving swiftly through the trees. I squeezed Joey’s hand. “It’s probably just a figment of our imaginations,” I told him. “Or maybe a deer.”
    “But I never saw a deer on this island,” Joey said. For once I didn’t hate him. He sounded hopeless, in despair. Unfortunately, so was I…..


    CHAPTER FIVE


    That morning I was awaken by the sound of Joey laughing and screaming on the rocks. “Joey, what are you doing?! It’s not even six in the morning yet,” I scolded. I looked at my watch. “It’s not even five in the morning! It’s 4 in the morning!” Indeed, it was early. Obviously the sun hadn’t come up yet. It was very dark, but you could hear the birds chirping. They didn’t chirp that much, though.
    Joey looked at me in bewilderment. “Is that early?” It sounded like he already knew. “Yes, dummy! It’s still dark, isn’t it? Now that I told you something, why don’t you tell me something, like why you got up so early, huh?”
    “Well,” he said. “I wanted to see the sunset.”
    “Well you don’t have to get up this early to see the sunset!” I screamed. With all this yelling I had forgotten about the unexpected visitor we saw last night. “Shhh,” I told Joey. “We don’t want whoever we saw last night to know that we are here and then try to kidnap us.” I wasn’t so sure about what I said. I made Joey go back to sleep while I got an early breakfast started.
    I left for Fort Wilderness. When I came to the food place I found there was nothing for breakfast. I thought and thought and thought and thought, but nothing came to me in my mind. The only thing I could think of was sleep in and then make an early lunch of fish. But what would we fish with? I didn’t bring my fishing rod, of course. I don’t even have a fishing rod. Then I thought of something else. If we could get one of those rifles up there where the kids could fire guns (I doubt we could), maybe we’d find a couple of squirrels or something that we could kill and eat.
    Suddenly, my eyes spied a fishing rod! I picked it up. It was long, black, and skinny. It made me think of a rifle. Rifle! I just remembered! Maybe I could the rifle of. I tried and tried, but it just didn’t want to come off. “It’s no use,” I said sadly. I walked back to Joey and he told me he figured out a way to get the rifle out. I followed him to the rifles. He just shook one of them a bit, and then slipped them right off. “How did you do that?” I asked in bewilderment. He shrugged. “I was up all last night. I was exercising, trying to get really strong.” Wow, I thought. I guess one night does make a difference. By now the sun was already up. “Aw,” said Joey. “Missed the sunrise. I know! I’ll see it tomorrow.”
    “No you won’t,” I said, already planning ahead. “I don’t want to wake up tired tomorrow.”
    “Oh, okay,” Joey said, sort of upset. I noticed how upset he was. “Uhhhh,” I stammered. “Maybe one day we’ll get up really early together at home to see the sunrise.”
    “Hey, when are we going home?” Joey asked. “Ummm, we can’t,” I told him. I didn’t want to leave this place. “Why not?” Joey asked impatiently. “Because, wellll, the gates are closed,” I said. “Why?” Joey asked. “Because Disneyland is closed!” I yelled. “When will it be open?” Joey asked. “ON DECEMBER ELEVENTH, STUPID!!!!!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Now come on, let’s go hunting.” I took the rifle in one hand and took Joey in the other hand. “Hooray!” he cried. I signed. On the way I wondered if the Audio-Animatronics - the robots - still worked. To my surprised, they did!
    We came back with a squirrel. We split it in half with a knife I’d found and ate it. “Okay,” I said later. “Let’s go fishing.”
    “Double-hooray!” Joey cried. When we go to the river, I waded in. It felt weird, for I could feel the fish running past me. Luckily, I could touch the bottom. But, it was too hard for me to fish in the water, so I sat down on dry land and fished. Once I was sure I saw a fish, so I tried to get it. I missed, and Joey grabbed it for me. I felt humiliated. Joey had his own way of fishing. He waded in and tried to grab a fish. It’s really weird, but he actually caught a couple fish using that technique. “Okay, that’s it for today,” I told Joey after awhile. “Awww,” he said.
    As the weeks passed, the schedule I just told you about became more and more common. If I had to explain it really simple, it would be something like this: Wake up. Hunt. Eat breakfast. Enjoy morning. Fish. Eat lunch. Enjoy afternoon. Hunt. Eat dinner. Enjoy evening. Make campfire. Tell scary story. Go to sleep. Repeat for next day.
    I suppose you wonder how I made the campfire. Here’s where it gets really creepy. I found matches! I’ve found so many things these days - a fishing rod - well that’s about it, but a fishing rod and matches - both used for survival. And with the shadow we saw and the noise, I’d hate to think someone else is with us. Someone dangerous. Maybe even a killer……


    CHAPTER SIX


    One morning I woke up suddenly, afraid I had been awaken by Joey’s early rise again. Fortunately, I hadn’t been. Joey was awake and was sitting right next to me. “What are you doing?” I asked. “N-n-n-n-nothing, “ Joey replied, shuddering. I knew he was terrified. Last night’s scary story was based on one of my favorite Goosebumps books. I had scared him so much his hair stood up all night. I didn’t think R.L. Stine wrote that scary. I almost never get scared with Goosebumps. I guess the younger you are, the more scare-able you are.
    I stood there thinking. I didn’t want his hair standing up all day. I thought and thought. We had a lot of leftover squirrel and fish. Finally, I decided. “Joey, I was just thinking….” my voice trailed off. “Yeah?” Joey asked. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!”
    “Well,” I said, “I was thinking that maybe we could…could…could…you know…” my voice trailed off again. “Yeah?” Joey asked again. “Go on!”
    “Well, I was just thinking that because we have a lot of food left over from other meals, I thought we could find out where they keep the keelboats and get one out. We could sail around the river today. How does that sound?” I asked. I thought that it would be fun to see if we could do that. Joey nodded his head sharply. “Okay!” he yelled.
    “Not so loud. Anyway, we might not be able to even get the boat out, let alone get the power on. So don’t get your hopes up,” I said softly, aware that there could be someone else here with us. So after we ate our squirrel, we hurried down to where we thought they kept the boats and checked. Sure enough, there were the boats, near where they keep the rafts. But we had only seen from the island. We would have to swim all the way across.
    Luckily, I happen to be an excellent swimmer. I’m not bragging, but my mom complimented me. Joey is O.K. at swimming. So I would just have to watch him. I would swim either ahead of him or behind him. I hadn’t decided yet. “Come on, Joey,” I told my little brother. “We have to swim across.” So we started the long swim across. I noticed it gets pretty deep in the middle. I threw a rock down I found on the island and it took about five seconds before I heard it hit the bottom. “Be careful, Joey,” I told him. “It’s pretty deep around here, so don’t stop swimming.” Once we had reached the other side we were exhausted. I hardly had enough strength to get one of the boats. But finally, we had a boat.
    “How are we going to make it go?” asked Joey. He sounded very disappointed. “I was wondering the same thing,” I said, “and that’s why I made this.” I pulled out from my backpack that I had a wooden oar. Then I produced another one. “Wow!” Joey said. “How did you make them?”
    “I found two strips of wood on the island (another mysterious discovery),” I said. I shuddered. We got onto the boat and used all our strength making it move. It was quite an experience. Best of all, we could make it go where we wanted to go. Usually it was on a track..
    Once we went right next to the Indian girl and the dog. I petted the dog, and I swore it licked me. We also visited the burning house. Amazingly, the fire wasn’t that big, so I peeked inside and gasped! It was a real house, with a TV and everything! Too bad the owner lost his house.
    We stopped at the Indian village. I swore an old woman looked up at me. I swore the chief motioned me to leave.
    Pretty soon we came upon the bear. I swore it stepped forward.
    Once we came back to the unloading dock, I checked my watch. It was almost lunch. Now that we had a keelboat, we took it to the island to get some fish that were left over. We grabbed the fish and hopped back on the boat. We ate our lunch on the way back to the unloading dock. I looked at Joey “Want to explore the mainland?” I asked. I was excited. “Okay,” Joey said happily. We hopped of and explored around the Haunted Mansion. It looked spookier than ever.
    Suddenly, I heard something. “Shhh!” I cried. I couldn’t even hear Joey breathing, because he wasn’t. He was terrified. So was I. Was my nightmare about to come true? I slapped myself. I couldn’t be scared out of my wits by hearing a stupid noise. Could I? Then we both found the answer when we saw a shadow walk past the River Belle Terrace restarunt - a shadow that didn’t belong to us.


    CHAPTER SEVEN


    I just stood there, terrified like my little brother. Maybe even more terrified than him. Again, I didn’t hate him. For the time being. We just stood there. We were silent. Silent as a sleeping dog. But we didn’t snore. We didn’t even breathe. We were terrified.
    My nightmare had come true. There was someone else with us. I was sooooo frightened. My hair stood up like toast. Burnt toast. Joey was practically scared stiff. “Come on, Joey,” I said. “We’ve got to make you forget about that. It was probably just a worker watching over-” my voice trailed off again. I mean, if this guy was a killer, and we caught him, we’d be ultimate heroes! We’d be in the newspapers, on TV, in magazines, have books based on us, have a video game, perhaps even a movie based on our adventure. I can see the headline now: 12 YEAR-OLD BOY AND LITTLE BROTHER SAVE DISNEYLAND PARK FROM A DANGEROUS AND ARMED ROBBER! 12-YEAR-OLD WAS REWARDED WITH $100,000,000!
    But of course, that wouldn’t happen, after all, it had to be an attendant. If it was someone armed, he probably would have ran, wouldn’t he?
    I took Joey to Pirates of the Caribbean. He loves that ride. “Joey, how would you like to ride Pirates - alone?” I asked him. “We can’t. Power’s out, remember?” he said. “Ohhh,” I said ungratefuly. “Well,” I said, “why don’t we get the power back on?”
    “What?” Joey asked. “Sure,” I said. “Follow me.” We jogged down to Main Stret. It was here where I thought they kept the general power. I opened the doors to City Hall, which is where you can receive the free brochure. Obviously, the door was unlocked, for whoever was here unlocked it so he could go in! Am I a genius or what! I hopped over the desk to a door. I opened it and led Joey inside. Inside there was a whole row of swiches on each side of the small room. There must be more than 100 switches here! There was a switch for every light in the park! There were switches for sounds, and every ride in the park! “Well,” I told Joey, “I guess we want to switch them all on!” So we did. Soon lights were turning on everywhere, and in two minutes, all the power in Disneyland was on!
    I raced Joey to Pirates of the Caribbean. We hopped on a boat. Joey went up a hidden stairway to the actual power to make the ride go. He pressed the button and jumped out the window and landed right in the boat. “Lucky jump,” I told him. Suddenly we seemed to go a lot faster! I took one last look at the power room and saw a face! I didn’t tell Joey. When we got to the drops they seemed to go faster than ever. I really felt it. We were going so fast, I couldn’t see anything! Usually I see all these blurry things passing by me. But this time I saw nothing! When we reached the last scene with all the pirates shooting their guns at each other, I felt a chill go down my spine - I had seen a pirate look at me, snarl and wink! I looked ahead. There was a whole line of boats ahead of us. “Come on, Joey! Let’s go! Hurry!” But before I could move, I felt a sholder tap me. I turned around and saw the same pirate that winked.
    “Going anywhere, sonny?” he said.
    I gasped. The Animantronics - they were real!


    CHAPTER EIGHT


    I don’t get it. I just din’t get it. How could anyone be smart enough to make these dumb droids real? That’s the question I couldn’t answer. Probably no one can explain this. I felt the pirate’s skin. It felt real. Just like a real human. This was a fake human - wasn’t it?
    I didn’t have time to answer that. I looked over the pirate’s shoulder and saw that every one of the Animatronics was real. I grabbed Joey and ran before the pirate could grab us. Me and Joey climed carefully up the hill. I suddenly let go of Joey, to keep myself from slipped all the way back. “Ow!” I looked over my shoulder at Joey. He was looking at a red gash on his knee. It came to me that he had scraped his knee - bad. So bad I had to carry him. We reached the top, near the entrance. It got so deep we had to swim. “Ow!” Joey cried. “My scrape hurts in this water!” Soon we reached the entrance. We hopped over the brick. Joey had tears streaming down his face because he was in pain. I noticed he had been trying to wipe the blood off (unsuccessfully!). Now he was a bloody mess.
    We ran all the way to Main Street. I looked behind me. There were no pirates. Good. We ran inside City Hall, slammed the door - and gasped.


    CHAPTER NINE


    I heard voices. Whispering voices. I wondered if they heard the door slam. It was loud enough. I looked at Joey. He was whimpering, looking at his large wound. “Am I going to bleed to death?” he asked me, sort of sympathetically. “No,” I laughed. It was a pretty big wound, though. No wonder he was whimpering. Around his thigh, he must have rubbed it real sharply against the metal track. The first time I looked at it it was bleeding heavily. I guessed it was about 5 or 6 inches, for the deep gash stretched from the upper section of his thigh to his knee. It’s stopped bleeding now, but it was bleeding a lot before. I’ve never seen such a big wound in my entire life, except in the movies that show people getting eaten up by Jaws or attacked by the T-rex in Jurassic Park.
    Suddenly, I stopped thinking about Joey’s wound. So did Joey. We looked up. Towards the desk. We heard footsteps. Casual footsteps. My heart beat faster and faster when we saw a shadow approaching.


    CHAPTER TEN


    I took Joey’s hand and we crept right next to the desk. That way, whoever (or whatever) was there wouldn’t se us. Then I was sure it was a man because the shadow was shaped like a man. “Okay, I’ll be right there! I’m just going to shut off the computer!” A voice startled me. It was a buisnessman! I was just guessing by the way he talked. I grabbed Joey’s hand. “Where are we going?” he asked curiously. “Follow me,” I said. “We’re going to spy on the man.”
    “Oh, goody!” said Joey. “Shhhh!” I said. “Not so loud! You don’t want him to know we are here, do you?”
    “I don’t know,” Joey said jokingly. “Just stay low and shut up!” I told him. We climbed over the desk and silently crept through a door on the right, a door I didn’t know was even there. We walked a long way through a short passage. Suddenly we reached a room, a room with desks and and there we found the man. He was with another man, and the other man was sitting at his very own desk. We didn’t dare go in. We stayed where we were and listened.
    I could just barely read the second man’s giant nametag on his desk. From it and their little talk I wrote the following:
    Robert Carlson sat proudly at his desk, getting prepared to make an important speech in front of his audience: Jonathan Carrol. Tall, forty-seven, and tense, Robert Carlson had just approved of a new Animantronics company. He now owned Animancompany, a 4 billion dollar company that made Animantronics real.
    Jonathan looked at Robert. Robert was his boss. Jonathan had a tense look on his face, like something was going to go wrong. He was probably afraid of getting killed. Robert cleared his throat. “I’m proud to be the owner of Animacompany, the first company in the world to produce living Animantronics. As you probably know, I’m your boss as well. And I’m giving a dangerous job. It may be dangerous, but I’m counting on you to complete it.” Rober, now less tense, struggled to pick up some slippery papers. He slipped his glasses on and got prepared to read. “Now,” he said, “your task is to-” he was cut off by Jonathan’s voice.
    Jonathan was a skinny man, a little too messy, and had an evil grin. He rubbed his hands together, thinking of all the money he was going to make. He was eating a candy bar right now, only thinking of the money. “How much are you going to pay me?” he asked. Robert frowned. “You only get the money if you get the job right.” He stopped to think. “Oh,” he added. “You’ll get payed 20 million big ones.”
    Jonathan grinned evily. He was going to make a lot of money!
    Jonathan was more into this than he had been before. He had to listen so he would know what to do so he could get the job right! “How did you make them real?” asked Jonathan. Robert looked up from his papers. Not much of a speech, he thought. “Well,” he said, “you see,” he stammered. “Well you see….” his voice trailed off. He obviously didn’t want to tell him this. Finally, he told Jonathan. “See, we take the Animatronic. We have our own working lab, and me and some other people deliver it to our lab. In the lab, expert designers take the robot, and unscrew him. They take a look at all the wires, and close him all up. We’ve developed a portable X-ray camera, and we stand the Animantronic up. Then, one of our experts takes the x-ray camera, and takes a picture of the Animantronic. Then they slip the quickly developed X-ray photo of the robot, and enter it on a special computer designed just for Animancompany. The special computer, which we call “Animancomputer,” draws a very detailed drawing of the inside of the Animantronic, so we can see how it works even better. We can even type in a question about the robot to discover more about it. It can answer any question about the Animantronic, and once we find out enough about the robot, we enter the question HOW CAN WE MAKE THIS ANIMANTRONIC REAL? Then it gives us our answer. The answer is always the same. What we have to do is sickening, but is worth it. We find a dead human if it is a human robot, and take the heart from the human. We open up the Animantronic, take all the wires out, and place the heart in. Then we take all the veins and stuff very, very carefully, and soon we have a human body! But it’s not complete yet! We need blood! We ask people if they would like to give blood. Many people feel bad for those unfortunate people and do give blood, but we use the blood for the Animantronics! Soon, we have a real Animantronic!”
    Jonathan was amazed. So was I. Jonathan asked something again. “Why did you do this?”
    “Well,” Robert said, “so people can see people real that are in their favorite movies and rides. But for another reason, too. Your task is to teach the living robots to be bad, and to help you steal Disneyland’s money!”
    “Sure,” Jonathan said, his mouth full. He’d do anything for money.
    “We’ve got to stop them!” I whispered to Joey once we went out about 2 hours later. We had listened to the rest of the conversation. “But how?” Joey asked. That remained unanswered.


    CHAPTER ELEVEN


    We walked silently through the park. I was thinking of a plan to catch the crook. But nothing came into my head. Nothing.
    I was sorry Disneyland would lose its money. I liked Disneyland so much. So much..
    “We’ve spent so much time on the island,” I told Joey, trying to forget about the crook. “I think we’ll go to the island tonight, pack up all our things, wake up tomorrow, and find a place to stay on the mainland.” Joey agreed. We were so tired we walked as slow as a slug. It was awhile after dark when we arrived at the dock. We swam slowly to the island. We were konked out in 5 seconds flat.
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    About 2 hours later I woke up. Joey was snoring. I checked my watch. It was about 10:00pm. “Ugh! There must have been some kind of animal here!” I exclaimed to myself. Probably an Animantronic, I thought. What else could it be? I looked around at all the droppings near the water. It couldn’t be a squirrel.
    Suddenly, I thought of my plan! I shook Joey awake. “I know of a plan!” I said. “We’ll lure the crook near the Jungle Cruise! We’ll make him chase us and the real animals will try to terrorize him!”
    “Oh, great!” Joey said. He went to sleep again. “What’s wrong with him?” I said. I went back to sleep, too.
    *****************************************
    In the middle of the night, I was awaken by Joey. “I miss Mommy,” he said. He hadn’t said Mommy for years. “So do I,” I said. I was about to go back to sleep when he whimpered. ‘Who will protect me from that terrible crook?” he asked, tears in his eyes. Angrily, he went back to sleep.
    Truth to tell, I was just as lonely as he was. Truth to tell, I was tired of Disneyland!
    In fact, the next day, we decided to go home. But the gates were closed and Joey cried. I took him on Space Mountain, hoping to cheer us up. But half the time we were on the ride tears exploded from me. Joey’s explosion was worse. I wasn’t crying of fear, I was crying because I was homesick. I didn’t hate my brother anymore, and I hope He forgives me for doing such a stupid thing.
    I tried to think of a way to cheer us up, and finally I did. Joey hopped onto the Tomorrow land Railroad. I followed.
    The train started to go. The train’s tour guide voice went on and on. “The next leg of our trip takes us along the rim of the Grand Canyon,” it said. Once we came to the Primeval World, I shuddered. They were real.
    Really real.


    CHAPTER TWELVE


    I was looking straight at the Brontosaurus. The moving van-sized dinosaur chewed its fod with its realistic rounded teth. Then it looked straight at me. Then I knew. They were real.
    “Hey! Neat!” As Joey cried out he jumped off the Moving train. He stepped on a wire accidentally and the train stopped moving. He didn’t care. He wanted to see the dinosaurs.
    I looked at the wire. It was torn. I looked back at Joey. I ran to get him. He had actually gone into the water to see the Bronosaurus! I pulled him out quickl before he had a chance to run. But, as usual, he ran off again. This time he headed for the pterodactyl mountain. He ran around to the other side. I waited, I waited and waited. “Joey!” I called. No answer. I called over and over again, but there was no answer from him. I began to get worried. Where was he?
    Suddenly I heard a high-pitched scream. Joey came running towards me, his right arm soaked with blood. “It’s a T-rex!” he said. Before I could speak, the ground began to shake. A dark shadow loomed over the canyon. I looked back near the fight scene. The T-rex was gone!
    The giant dinosaur that weighed as much as a school bus stepped out from behind the mountain. He stood twenty feet high, and his tail wound around the mountain. He snarled at anything that moved. Then he opened his jaws and roared. “Oh my…she’s as large as a big building,” the words came out of Joey’s Mouth. I kept silent. My heart raced at about a thousand beats a minute.
    The T-rex roared again. It’s meat-eating teeth looked sharper than ever, like a hunting knife or the tip of an axe. “Keep still,” I whispered to Joey.
    Joey couldn’t stand still. “It stopped! It stopped!” he cried. “Shut up and don’t move,” I told him. But Joey kept on screaming, “It stopped! It stopped!” He ran. “Joey!” I called. “Keep still!”
    But it was too late. The T-rex stomped over. I couldn’t bear to think what would happen.
    Just then a Triceratops came into view. It started to attack. I noticed how close it looked to movies and in my imagination. It had a large plate on his head, and above his eyes were the two large horns. Right about his mouth was the smallest horn, and all three horns shined brightly in the…sun?!
    Before I could think any longer, the T-rex bellowed in pain. I looked over near Joey and saw part of Triceratops right horn - and the rest was in the T-Rex’s thigh!
    The T-rex bellowed again. Joey quickly escaped the fight. He came running up to me. His whole left arm was bloddy. “It hurts,” Joey said. “It hurts so bad.” He moaned and groaned.
    I led him to the other side of the pterodactly mountain. I thought that it would be safer there. Suddenly a pterodactly swooped down, as if it offered a ride. It stayed there. It motioned us to get on. I guess it realized it was too dangerous down near the fight. Me and Joey hopped on. Joey’s arm had stopped bleeding. At least that made me feel better.
    Sitting on the pterodactly was a wonderful experience. The views were nice, too. I think Joey got airsick! And for the first time in months, I laughed. The flying dinosaur swooped down near the T-rex fight. Then it came close to the Brontosaurus. Finally, Joey got to pet him.
    The pterodactly led us to an unfamiliar part of the scene, one that was probably behind the mountain where the Animantronic T-rex fights. It had us get off there. Then it flew away.
    I looked around. “Nothing here but plain desert,” I mutered. Joey looked worried. Then my eyes spotted a shadow. The shadow of a dinosaur never seen in the scene - a Deinonychus!
    A close relative of the Velociraptor species, I learned that Deinonychus meant “Terrible claw”. It weighed 175 to 200. They hunted in packs, but because this one didn’t, it must be the only one. It had a big claw on each foot. It gave me the creeps just thinking about it.
    And then it jumped out in front of us.
    We were dead meat.


    CHAPTER THIRTEEN


    “Run, Joey!” I yelled. “Run!” Joey ran. “Get on the train!” I screamed. Joey obeyed. Now I was alone to face this feared dinosaur. I always wanted to know what they really looked like, but I think I just changed my mind.
    I looked over at Joey. The train was moving! I ran over to get on, but the Deinonychus was right behind me! I hopped on, but the clever Deinonychus hopped on, too! I grabbed Joey and we started to climb over the seats. I looked back. Deinonychus was right behind us! “Nothing can stop it - or us now!” I screamed. Suddenly the dinosaur tried to bite a chunk of Joey’s flesh right off his body! Joey screamed. I tripped him. Then I remembered about his big claw on his feet.
    Joey screamed. I looked over. He was being clawed!! He screamed and screamed. I screamed and kicked the Deinonychus. We climbed over some more seats. The Deinonychus clawed my back. It roared. It jumped over as we ducked.
    I looked ahead. We were out of the tunnel. We climbed the seats even faster. We reached the engine and jumped off, right in front of the train. The Deinonychus jumped off and prepared to eat us. But I was prepared.
    We jumped off in a flash, and the train “murdered” the Deinonychus. I closed my eyes at the remains of the dinosaur. “Ewwwwwww,” Joey said.
    Suddenly, the train went off the track.
    I screamed as it fell on top of me.


    CHAPTER FOURTEEN


    Luckily, the train landed right next to me. “Stay here,” I told Joey. “I’m goin’ dino hunting.” I hopped onto another train and left.
    Nothing could stop me now. Or maybe something could stop me. Anyway, I have to be brave and do this.
    The train started to move. I waved. It could be my last. This time, there was no one at my side to help me, so I have a better chance of being killed. This time, there was no one to laugh with. I might never do that again.
    As the train passed by, I started shooting at everything. Everything. Even the pterodactly. Even the dead T-rex. Just to make sure. By the time the train passed the whole display, every single living dinosaur was dead.
    Except one I wasn’t sure of.
    Another Deinonychus.

    CHAPTER FIFTEEN


    Unaware of what I missed, I walked back to Joey, who at first I couldn’t find. I looked everywhere for him! And just when I’m starting to get a little bit worried, he pops out from behind me. He must have been following me ever since! Believe me, my brother is a pain!
    We took a long walk around the park. It seemed to last forever! I bet you we walked around the perimeter of the park about 10 times! We were almost going around our 11th time, when suddenly Joey yelled, “Stop!”
    “What?” I asked. “There’s nothing here but trees and plants!” We were in Adventureland. Near the Jungle Cruise. I looked around. All I saw was the rides, trees, plants, shops, and restarants. Nothing else.
    Then, I spotted him, right in the corner of my eye. I took a few reluctant steps towards him to get a closer look. Then I saw who it was. It was the guy who was told to steal Disneyland’s money. Jonathan.
    Now my plan could work! And we didn’t even need to lure him! Now all we had to do is make him spot us and then hop on the Jungle Cruise! Excellent!
    Suddenly, I saw Joey move. Fast. Fast enough to be seen. And that’s just what happened.
    Jonathan spotted us.


    CHAPTER SIXTEEN


    It’s now or never. Unfortunately, never could mean he was going to kill us.
    Then I made my move. I grabbed Joey, who screamed the whole way, and we ran through the winding line of the Jungle Cruise. We saw a boat coming, which I noticed the name - the Mekong Maiden. But that didn’t matter. We hopped in. “How does this thing work?” I asked.
    Suddenly, I screamed. Jonathan was right behind us, in a different boat! I turned around. I saw a key. I turned around. I saw a key. I turned it. The boat was turned on. We left.
    Joey looked behind us and screamed. Jonathan - he had a gun pointed right at us! I gasped. “Yow!” I heard Joey exclaim. I looked ahead. We were about to crash into a bunch of rocks!
    Jonathan made a quick turn, also. He was on our tail!
    Suddenly, a tiger jumped out at us - no wonder - it was real! It grabbed onto the boat. Joey screamed. We were sinking!
    Jonathan aimed…and fired! He barely hit us!
    Then, I knew what to do. I quickly took the gun on our ship, aimed, and fired straight at the boat!
    “Help! Help!” Jonathan was sinking! He swan to the shore. I grinned. Coming down were the lions!
    “Oh, no,” Jonathan said, “Oh-” He screamed! The lions started to chase him into the water. The lion grabbed onto his leg. Jonathan screamed. He started to swim, and the lion let go. He was still on our tail.
    We were coming towards the natives. I shot again. “Ow! OW, OWWW!!” Jonathan screamed. I had hit him. The Natives, disturbed by the noise, came to the shore. They went into the water and dragged a screaming Jonathan away to the small village.
    I saw him escape quickly. But - he had a spear in his back! He groaned as he ran! Quickly, we returned to our landing point. Me and Joey hopped off quickly. We never saw the robber for a while.
    Suddenly, one day, when we took a small walk around Adventureland, I noticed a shadow. A moving shadow.
    Jonathan - he must have escaped!


    CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


    The shadow came closer. And closer. It took so long I wondered if it was a shadow by itself. Not that there’s such a thing as a shadow by itself. I looked more carefully at the shadow. It looked more unfamiliar…kind of strange…with long hair….
    All my thoughts disappeared when a girl, dressed in rags, stepped out into the clearing. We just stared at each other for a while, until suddenly, Joey cried out, “Hi!” The girl didn’t answer. We asked her if she could talk. We asked her name. But she didn’t answer.
    Finally, about 2 minutes later, she slowly and quietly whispered the words “I don’t have a name.”
    “You what?” I asked, surprised at her strange answer.
    “Let me explain,” she said with a European accent. “When I was born, my parents didn’t like me, but they kept me anyway. A couple years after I was born, there was a fire in our house. My parents only thought about themselves, and I was left with the fire. Using all my strength, I managed to escape. I had never seen the outside world, so I didn’t know what to do,” the girl said. “My parents never had time to name me, so people just called me whatever came into their mind. Carefully crossing the streets, I managed to sneak into Disneyland, where my dad worked. I know this because I lived here, homeless, for nine years, and one day, a man came. He was my father, and his name was Robert Carlson.”
    Robert Carlson! I thought.
    The girl continued. “He had hired a man named Jonathan, and Jonathan planned to steal Disneyland’s money. See, Robert worked there to get payed, and one day he vowed to get all the money. Jonathan chased me everywhere for days. I’ll never forget this all.” She stopped there. “My mother’s name was April,” she whispered. “Everyone knows me as April now.” So now, the girl had a name. April.
    And now, I had a plan. I secretly whispered the plan. And the others agreed.
    And we started the most dangerous mission a kid has ever tried in life.


    CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


    I don’t know how we reached Main Street, but it was all Joey’s fault. After we made our plan, he started blabbering about how he got to pet a real Brontosaurus. Big deal. April didn’t believe him. So we had to tell her about the real robots. She still didn’t believe us. So we left her alone.
    I guess because we were all thinking about what Joey said, we walked absent-mindedly to the Main Street Fire Station. I read in a book that Walt Disney had a private apartment above the Fire Station. And my dad told me a way he might have gotten there. I turned to the others. “I know a place where we can stay,” I said. I showed them to a tall, white gate on the right side of the Fire Station. “All we have to do Is climb over this fence and climb up the stairway to the apartment! Okay?” I asked.
    “’Okay’ really isn’t the question, Matt. The question is how we are going to get over the gate,” April said. I stared at her blankly. She was right. How? Suddenly an idea struck me. I took Joey’s backpack. “Hey!” he cried. I opened it up and pulled out his jump rope. Why he brought one I’ll never know.
    His jumbo jump rope was long enough to be thrown all the way over the gate. “I feel like Indiana Jones,” I joked. Nobody laughed. Once I had climbed over, I helped Joey. I guess April exersized every day because she didn’t need any help at all!
    Then we walked up the large, black, winding stairway to the apartment. My heart leapt into my mouth when I tried to open the door. I turned around. “It’s locked,” I said. I tried again and the door swung open - and I gasped.
    The room was beautiful! Most everything was red. I noticed two normal chairs, some kind of rocking chair with some ugly shade of green, a luxurious red couch with two pillows, a table near the window with cups, another table near the bathroom with a lamp, a large red carpet on the ground, some kind of low chair, and about four or five paintings on the wall! The wall was shaded in a dark pink, with small designs on them. There were 4 windows, three in the living room and one in the bathroom. Later I noticed another one in the small bedroom. Each window had red curtains, all open. The white curtains behind the red ones were closed.
    We couldn’t decide who should sleep in the bed, so we decided no one was allowed to sleep there. I stayed up as late as I could that night, but soon I was asleep. Early in the morning, I woke up, but my eyes were still closed. Everything was okay. Joey was awake.
    I didn’t realize it, but he was fighting off an intruder. And then he screamed.


    CHAPTER NINETEEN


    I ran over to Joey. “What happened?” I asked. Then I knew. Joey had tricked me.
    We set out early to find Jonathan. Joey got bored and jump roped most of the way. I got whacked a few times.
    Suddenly, I saw something moving in the distance. “There he is!” I exclaimed. “Shhhh! Not so loud,” April said. “Yeah, Matt,” Joey said. I told him to shut up. “Hey!” Jonathan cried. I looked up an gasped. April screamed. “He’s back!” she cried.
    We ran towards the Autopia. “Get in the car,” I told the others, pointing towards a blue car. Joey and April obediently got in the car. I followed. April looked back and screamed at the sight that Jonathan was stalking us in his own car! “Shut up,” I told her. She did. “I wish they didn’t have these tracks,” I muttered, steering as far as I could to the right.
    Suddenly, the car popped off the track! We cheered. Jonathan was still on the track! Suddenly, April screamed. I looked ahead as we crashed into a tree. Bruised and bloody, we got out of our wrecked car and started to run. Suddenly, I heard gunshots. Jonathan was shooting at us! April screamed as she ran. Joey was crying. “Bad idea!” I cried. I looked back and heard one final gunshot. And then a stab of pain went through my body. Joey looked at me and screamed. “Noooooo!” he cried out. And I realized he was looking at my knee.
    My bleeding and painful knee.


    CHAPTER TWENTY


    Jonathan had shot me. I limped away with the others. I tried to handle the pain. The next part of our plan involved Star Tours. We ran to the loading area. I saw Jonathan run into a Starspeeder in back of us.
    When we loaded, Rex inspected us. “I have to take over this flight,” I said, my knee better. “But - but I’m the pilot,” Rex said. “Rex,” I said, “Disneyland is in great danger!”
    “What’s Disneyland?” Rex asked. I sighed. I realized that although the Animantronics were real, they thought the attraction they were in was in real life. They didn’t know that what they were in was fake and in a place called Disneyland. So I had to explain it too him. He was so dumb he actually let me control the Starspeeder 3000! Rex sat in one of the seats.
    When we lifted off I didn’t take the “shortcut” with that drop. I took the right way. We went light speed and we passed the worlds Bespin, Endor, Hoth, Yavin, Dagobah, and Tatooine, until we came to a part of space unexplored. Suddenly, I heard a laser and we felt a jolt. Jonathan had followed us and had shot us! So I turned around and chased him. Suddenly, the Death Star’s Tractor Beam pulled us in. Luckily, I escaped it just as Rex did.
    Luke Skywalker came onto the screen. “Follow me, Star Tours,” he said. He went down into the Death Star. “Oh boy,” I said happily. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” We dodged all sorts of buildings and things, and it was starting to get fun until Jonathan appeared in front of us, trying to shoot us.
    He hit us again. And the only thing I could do was go down, deep in, where there are two white walls on each side of you. We had to shoot again. And I hit Jonathan. Now we could leave. And next came one of the best parts of the plan.
    Space Mountain.


    CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE


    Somehow, Jonathan escaped. We had been waiting for him, and finally he came out, chasing us wildly. We made him chase us to the Space Mountain loading area. We hopped on, with Jonathan in another rocket. Trying to get Jonathan off balance and make him jump off was hard, especially with April’s screaming. Suddenly, I tripped and fell! “Help!” I cried, grabbing onto the car. I grabbed Joey’s hand and got in again. I laughed full of relief.
    Suddenly, Jonathan took out his gun! “Give it up, kids,” he said, loading the gun. “Never!” I shouted. He fired and missed. April screamed again. By now I could tell she was afraid of most everything. When we returned to the unloading platform, she laughed. Then we headed off to Frontierland for - you guessed it - Big Thunder Mountain Railroad.


    CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

    Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. One of my favorite attractions here. Of course, so was Space Mountain. We ran through the twisting turnstile and hopped on a mine train. I was expecting Jonathan to get on a different train. But instead, he unexpectedly pressed a button and hopped on the same one we were on!
    It was so obvious. We were going faster than usual. I turned back to ask Jonathan a question. “How fast are we going?” I asked. Jonathan laughed. “125 miles an hour,” he replied calmly. I wasn’t so calm. I was worried. Very worried. I glanced at April. She was screaming, this time for fun. Joey was laughing. I forgot that Jonathan had shot me until I felt the tip of his gun against my neck. He loaded it.
    “One more sound or movement and you’ll be able to pass pizza through your neck,” he said. Suddenly I screamed, as loud as I could. I didn’t care if I was shot. I heard the trigger click and I ducked down. The gun fired a bullet. I heard April scream in terror. More gunshots. Suddenly I stood up, in the middle of Jonathan’s gunfire. “Stop!” I cried. Jonathan grinned evily. He had the gun straight at me. Ready to shoot. “Look out!” April cried. “Yow!” I screamed. We were about to crash into a rock!
    I started to kick. At Jonathan. And I knocked the gun out of his hand. “Hey-” he cried in surprise. I started to kick again. Punch, too. I tried to kill him. “Kill him!” I cried. “I hate you!”
    “Help!” Jonathan cried. “Help!” He had tripped and was falling! Suddenly, a hand grabbed onto the train. Jonathan had survived! I looked down. A goat was head-butting him! “Yes!” I cried happily. I kicked at Jonathan’s fingers. His fingers slipped.
    ‘Yeowwwwwwww!” Jonathan’s death-defying scream shook the mountain. We cheered. We thought Jonathan’s rule was over. But it wasn’t. The adventure was just beginning.


    CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE


    As we were running, we saw Jonathan chasing us again. There was one problem. That was the end of our plan. What would we do? I snapped my fingers. “Follow me!” I said. I led the rest to my favorite ride - the Matterhorn Bobsleds. We hopped on. Jonathan caught another bobsled. I could see April hated this ride. She started screaming in the beginning and kept on screaming. I gritted my teeth. I wasn’t going to enjoy this ride. I was just wanted to get it over with. Catch Jonathan. Go home. That’s it. I’m not asking for anything else. I’ll just ask for world peace for Christmas.
    I looked behind me as we descended up the hill. It was dark, but I could faintly see Jonathan. It was hard because I was in the front. Once we reached the top and was about to see the Abominable Snowman’s eyes, I thought about something. Naw, I decided. He wouldn’t. Would he?
    I didn’t see the monster eyes. I thought about it some more, but I tried to clear it out of my mind. But I couldn’t. We started going faster, a little sideways. April’s scream got louder. We came to the spot with the monster, right before you drop. And then my heart leaped into my throat and skipped a beat as I realized the monster wasn’t there!


    CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR


    All of a sudden, before I could calm down, the bobsleds stopped. Even Jonathan’s. When they stopped it felt like I was going to fly right out.
    When the bobsleds stopped I un-buckled my safety belt. We climbed out of the car and ran before Jonathan could catch us. We went through a tunnel. A dark tunnel. That reminded me of something. It’s a good thing I packed three flashlights with me. I gave one to each of us. “It’s very easy to get lost in here. And it’s very dangerous with the real Abominable Snowman,” I said.
    I turned to April. “You saw no monster, April. Now do you believe us?” I asked. April silently nodded. I continued. “I want you both to stick with me, okay? No wandering off or anything. However, if by accident we do get separated somehow, try to find the way to the unloading area. If you encounter the Abominable Snowman, scream as loud as you can.”
    “I can do that,” April said. Of course she can. She’s been screaming the whole day practically. Well, maybe just half the day.
    So we started off. Soon we came to a fork in the road - er, tunnel. “Which way do we go?” Joey asked. “I guess this way,” I said, heading towards the tunnel on the left. Soon, Joey and April got involved in some argument about who’s a scaredy-cat and who isn’t. I bent down to tie my shoe. I saw Joey and April walk through the right tunnel in another fork. I finished tying my shoe and I went through the right tunnel. Suddenly it got very dark. My feet got tired. I leaned on one side to lean on a wall. And I fell right through the wall.
    It took me a while to realize I had fallen down a drop. It was still dark. It was pitch-black. “Joey?” I called. “April?” No answer. I began to get a little worried. Where were they? And why was it so dark? I turned on the flashlight and shined it around. There was nothing. I was so worried. I jumped at my own shadow! But that was a big mistake. When I jumped, the flashlight dropped. And out went the light. I struggled to pick it up. The battery was dead.
    Then I heard the snarling. First it was breathing. Then snarling. Then it turned into soft growling. I silently tried to pick up my flashlight, to swing at whatever was there. And then its eyes lit up. Bright red. It was the Abominable Snowman! It saw me, and before I could move, the Abominable Snowman roared and jumped onto my chest. Its bad breath was breathed onto my face. It roared and tried to claw me. I screamed as loud as I could. My visit has turned into a nightmare!
    I heard footsteps. “Who’s there?” I asked. “Us,” Joey replied. “What happened?”
    “Watch out!” I cried. The Abominable Snowman roared and charged towards Joey and April. April screamed. “Run!” I yelled. We started running.
    Then we stopped suddenly when we saw Jonathan blocking our path.


    CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

    Jonathan stared hard at us. “I’ve waited long for this moment,” he said happily. Then his expression changed sad. “I wish I didn’t have to do this,” he said as he picked Joey up by the collar. He kept holding him. I screamed in terror. Again. And again. April joined in. “Shut up,” Jonathan said. He took Joey to a cliff. “Now, will you jump, or do you want me to throw you?” I suddenly realized what Jonathan was going to do - make us fall off a cliff! And Joey was his first victim. “I’ll jump,” Joey said sadly. Suddenly, a roar made us all shut up in complete silence. It was the Abominable Snowman to the rescue! It roared again and picked up Jonathan by the collar. Jonathan screamed. “Help!” he cried. I laughed in victory. I never thought someone would be attacked by his own creation! Suddenly, after clawing Jonathan, the Abominable Snowman leaves, just as the power goes on! And there was Jonathan, lying in the middle of the track, bruised and bloody! We hopped on our bobsled and I closed my eyes as we ran over Jonathan.


    CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX


    I looked behind us and saw a bruised and bloody Jonathan in the bobsled in back of us! “You’ll never escape!” he cried angrily. I wasn’t sure we’d win anymore. “We’d better enjoy the last minutes of our lives,” I cried. “I don’t think we’re going to make it.” Jonathan laughed. A laugh of victory.
    I stood up, trying to see better. “Sit down, Matt! Sit down!” April cried. Suddenly, we saw the Abominable Snowman. Joey screamed. I took out the Tom Sawyer Island rifle from my backpack. I started shooting. Roaring in defeat, the Snowman fled. In pain.
    I looked back at Jonathan. His evil eyes were locked on mine. Suddenly, we passed through another dark tunnel. I could barely see a low ceiling. Then I saw Jonathan stand up - and bump his head!


    CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN


    He bumped his head hard. He toppled of the bobsled, and didn’t move. Suddenly, we came into daylight, and we came speeding down the final drop, into the small lake.
    I could hear Jonathan’s desperate moaning. “I’m going to call 9-1-1,” I said. “I’ll make sure both the police and the ambulance get here.” We ran to the nearest pay phone. “Anaheim Police Department,” a voice said. “Yeah, hi,” I said. “This is uhh..Disneyland. A robber is here and is trying to kill us. We are standing near the Matterhorn Bobsleds.”
    ‘Uh - huh,” the man responded. “We’ll be there.” I dialed for the emergency room. “There is a seriously injured man inside the Matterhorn Bobsleds ride at Disneyland,” I said. “Okay,” a man said. “We’ll send an ambulance over.”
    “HOORAY!” we all cried when I hung up. We could hear the sirens drawing closer.
    And then, Jonathan’s shrill scream ran out through Disneyland as he fell off a cliff.


    CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT


    It seemed like he fell for hours. But by the time he was halfway between the point where he fell and the ground, the police arrived. “He’s going to fal into the lake,” one shouted. The one who shouted jumped into the lake, ready to catch him. He caught him.
    Jonathan didn’t move. “Is he dead?” I asked. A policeman looked up at me. “I think he’s going to be just fine,” he said.
    Just then, the emergency people came running around the corner with a stretcher. They carefully put Jonathan in it. Then they carried him away. A policeman turned to me. “Tell me the whole story from the beginning,” he said. So I did. And the policeman was amazed! “Even though you should never have snuck in in the first place, you did a very brave thing,” he said as he chuckled.
    April ran up to us screaming. “They’re alive! They’re alive!”
    “What?” the policeman said.
    “Oh, NOOOO!” I cried.


    CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE


    I grabbed Joey’s ear. “Run!” I cried. A Deinonychus jumped out at us. It snarled. “Oh, my -” April started to say. “It’s alive!”
    “H-H-Help!” the policemen cried. They ran away.
    “We’re alone!” I cried. “We’ll have to get rid of them some how.” I looked around. There were pirates. Peter Pan was there. Mr. Toad. Alice. Their enemies. Brer Fox. Brer Rabbit. Roger Rabbit. Brer Bear. The Toontown weasels. The Abominable Snowman. Rex. Everyone!
    “Help!” I cried out to the good guys. Soon we had a lot of people on our side. We had Peter Pan. Mr. Toad. Pinocchio. All the dolls from It’s a Small World. Brer Rabbit. All of the good guys in Fantasyland. C-3PO. R2-D2. Rex.
    Peter Pan slashed swords with all the pirates. I shot the dinosaur and the Snowman with my rifle. Dead people became dead twice. Ghosts. Forever. Not real death, just “life” death. In other words, they would have to be plain Audio Animantronics.
    Finally, the only bad Animantronic “alive” was the Abominable Snowman. It roared one last time, and with one blast of my rifle, it lay down, never to be free again.
    We had won!


    CHAPTER THIRTY


    We were crowded by the Orange County Register, the Police, the Los Angeles Times, NBC News, practically everyone in California, if not everyone in the country!
    Mom and Dad came, and it was all hugs and disgusting stuff. They took us home right away, and made sure that April was taken care of as soon as possible. I mean, give us a break, Mom! It’s a girl! Even April insisted she was fine. But, as usual, my mom and dad got their way.

    That all happened nearly a year ago. I’m back to fighting with Joey again, and my parents make sure to always go with us to Disneyland, which we don’t go as often.
    Excuse me, I have to get the mail. That’s funny, there’s a letter for me! I know, I know, you probably get mail everyday that’s for you. But ever since my mom was hired to be the presidents assistant, the mail has been all for her.
    The envelope just says PRISON. I’m reading the letter now.
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    August 9, 1995
    Matt and Joey,
    Watch out for me!
    Signed,
    Jonathan
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