“Y/N!!” Sam climbed off the bus before you, his eyes hooded
with annoyance. “Can you please stop singing for one second?”
You stuck out your
tongue at him but you fell silent. You had been singing the Lion King all day.
Well, you actually had been singing any
Disney song you could think of for the past three days.
“Sorry, Simba, but you don’t get to go to Disney World every
Sam rolled his eyes and put on his shades with a frown. “Why
am I Simba?” He asked tiredly, pulling out his ticket and yours, handing it
over to you.
“Because.” You smiled brightly, taking the ticket from him.
“You have his hair.”
You grinned and stepped out of his reach as Sam let out a
groan of exasperation and sidled into a line of people building up at the front
of Disney’s Hollywood Studios. As you
slathered on sunscreen on your shoulder blades and nose you looked around.
This was honestly a dream come true for you. You had always
wanted to go to Disney World, but you had never had the chance. But when you
got a call telling you that the Tower of Terror was haunted, you jumped on the
opportunity like a mad woman. The case itself turned out to be less than
entertaining; an old man had a heart attack on the ride and died in the
hospital the next day, so you burnt the body and everyone was good.
And now, you and the boys had an entire day at Disney World.
Needless to say, you were a little more than just excited.
A year ago today, Hiro Hamada had no line in his meet and greet as Baymax wasn’t present. As a result, he roamed the Animation building in Hollywood Studios saying hi to everyone or crawling on the floors between guests’ legs.