“Cinderella Castle Mystery Tour” John Drury & Greg Paul, 1986
Today’s Disney castles tend to feature some kind of place of interest within them, whether it be a lavish restaurant, unique shopping or art exhibits. However, for 20 years, Tokyo Disneyland’s Cinderella Castle featured an expansive, (and dark!) walkthrough beneath it. Set up as a guided tour of the castle that is taken over by the forces of evil, guests traversed past Disney villains, dark dungeons, evil brutes and malicious mirrors, concluding with a showdown with the Horned King from The Black Cauldron. In Disney fashion, the villains are defeated and the mantra of “Good Conquers Evil” is declared. Upon its closure in 2006, the attraction was converted to Cinderella’s Fairy Tale Hall.
as far as I know, South Korea’s education system is one of the most productive and efficient systems in the world. South Korea nearly the highest educated nation worldwide. That being said, I’m extremely sure you are aware that this is a continent
This is Europe.
Not a state, not a country…this is a continent.
When you constantly skip it while scheduling your world tours, may I ask, what’s going on in your mind? I know you know what and where is Europe. I know you know there are plenty of people ready to attend your concerts…..You cannot seriously tell me it’s because you don’t like it. We got everything you want! Just choose one country!
BEACH OR MOUNTAIN?
OLD OR NEW?
BIG OR SMALL?
FUN OR ROMANTIC?
SERIOUSLY WE GOT ANYTHING YOU WANT! JUST PICK A PLACE AND DO IT!! BRING THOSE KPOP GROUPS HERE!!!
It was probably the only really meaningful gift from her
father in recent times. It wasn’t much — just a tiny little demon plushie. It
could have easily been lost in thousands of other dresses and jewellery that he
had also sponsored for her.
Had it not been for the fact the toy was a small reminder of
happier times. And of her parents’ love.
One of her fondest childhood memories were of when they
would all cuddle together in bed while her mother told stories. In particular,
one of a tiny demon that saved lost little kids, only to be misunderstood by
the children’s parents when they saw him with them. Her father would supply the
dialogues for the angry people, while her mother would do those for the little
children and the demon.
Lucy felt for the demon, and protested, insisting that she
would have done her best to protect it had she had the chance. Her mother had
been so pleased with the suggestion, that she would weave a Lucy into the story
to do just that - and she would get to do her own dialogues. And they would go
on and on until Jude reminded them of it being past bedtime.
Storytime had been her favourite way to spend time with her
family - it was the one time her father and mother could take a break from
their royal duties and spend time with her.
Her mother’s sudden loss had been very hard on her and her
father, and his subsequent attempts to cope had really dented their
relationship. Lucy, now at sixteen years, still couldn’t remember the last time
she and her father had really spoken.
The plushie, gifted to her on her tenth birthday, two years
after losing her mother, was a small reminder that despite all the evidence
that went against it, her father really did care.
She had taken extremely good care of the soft toy ever
since. It had a special place beside her pillow at night-time and was the last
thing she saw when she went to bed and the first when she woke up. She would
talk to it every day — share tales of her day, people she met, things she
learnt. She would laugh with it and cry holding it. It was her closest friend,
and had been for years now.
Even if it never had it replied back.
Not till right now anyway.
Lucy, the ever graceful celestial princess of Magnolia, fell
rather clumsily on her bum when it — he — suddenly spoke.
“Woah, there! You okay?” came the tiny voice again, as the
now animated toy (person?) leaned over the bed to ensure she was okay.
“Hell yeah I am!” he grinned. “Finally.”
“B-b-but you’re a toy!”
“Oi, I’m a demon!“ His face tilted to one side.
"And you’ve always told me you’re a polite person. Lies!”
Lucy blinked disbelievingly, as the little toy crossed his
arms and huffed.
She crawled on her knees back to the edge of her bed to peek
at the toy, see for herself if he really was…real.
And while the demon kept his back to her, pouting sulkily,
she brought a finger to poke him in the side.
“Hey,” he warned.
“Hey!” His back still faced her.
“Would you— ” he got cut off as Lucy — in a bid to try and
confirm once more that felt had indeed given way to flesh — unintentionally
began tickling him.
“S-sorry,” she said, not really that sorry. His laughter was
“Oh, you’re gonna pay,” he said, once he’d caught his
“And what are you going to do about it?” Lucy challenged.
He pouted again and Lucy couldn’t help but giggle.
“I didn’t intend to tickle you, if that
helps,” she added.
“You’re mean, Luce,” he grumbled.
Lucy raised an eyebrow. “Luce?”
“Well yeah, that’s what I’ve always called you,” he said,
rolling away to make room for Lucy to climb and sit on her bed.
“You were listening the whole time?” she asked in wonder.