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leaps at him from the coal bunker. Indy and the guard wrestle on the curved roof, rolling from one perilous edge to the other. Finally, Indy shoves the guard off the train into the brush lining the track.
A clamorous clank rings out as the coal shovel just misses Indy’s head and strikes the metal roof of the train. Indy snaps his whip around the soot-billowing smokestack and swings around to the front of the train, grabbing onto the headlight. Losing his grip, Indy falls onto the track in front of the cowcatcher just as the train slows to a halt in the main station at the front of the park.
A dozen Disney security guards peer down at Indy from the station platform, billy clubs in hand. Indy hops over the box hedge and slides through the Mickey Mouse floral display, carving a gouge through the corporate face of the company. The fragrant smell of fresh-cut flowers covers Indy from head to toe. The guards give chase, barreling down the hill as Indy sprints out the front gate and across the promenade. Looking over his shoulder, Indy sees a wall of officers closing in.
Leaping over the Pixar World turnstiles, Indy dodges guests as he dashes down Buena Vista Street. It’s amazing what a billion dollars will do. The once-derided California Adventure now looks worthy of the Disney name. The 1920s Los Angeles that Walt would have found when he arrived in California is a far cry from the original Sunshine Plaza, a woeful excuse for a park centerpiece. At the top of the street, crowds line the Pixar Play parade route beneath the beautiful Carthay Circle Theater. The peppy, upbeat soundtrack implores the audience to celebrate the good times: “Everyone countdown to fun. Five, four, three, two, one.”
Indy jumps onto the Toy Story float to the shock of Woody and Jessie - and the assembled crowd. A barrel of monkeys hang from a pipe in the mouth of Rex the dinosaur as cast members in fringed yellow checkered shirts, blue jeans, boots and red cowboy hats stare in stunned disbelief. Woody and Jessie look ridiculous sitting atop giant wooden Tinkertoy spools with Midway Mania guns mounted between their legs.
“Mickey wants to meet with you right now,” says a breathless Indy, making no pretense to stay in character or play along with the show.
“I’m kind of busy at the moment,” says a perturbed Woody. “In case you hadn’t noticed.”
Disney security halts the parade and surrounds the float. Guests stream video of the alarming incident on their smart phones. All is not happy at the happiest place on earth. In fact, all hell is breaking loose. Guests and cast members alike yell at Indy for ruining the show while others cheer the off-script deviation. Indy climbs onto the back of the big, green Tyrannosaurus to avoid the guards clambering onto the float.
“What do you want me to tell Mickey?” screams Indy, kicking and flailing as the guards pull him off the float.
Disney security throws Indy on the ground. A guard drives a knee in Indy’s back as another handcuffs the adventure-loving archaeologist. Lifting Indy roughly to his feet, a swarm of security guards haul him away through the jeering and cheering crowd. So much for the separation between backstage and onstage.
“Tower of Terror,” Woody yells above the din. “Right after the parade.”
“Oh no,” Indy says, comically trying to distract the guards in hopes they didn’t hear Woody. “Please don’t take me to the Disneyland jail.”
The guards push aside guests pressing in to take Indy’s perp walk photo, knocking cameras to the ground. Everyone on Buena Vista Street watches in stunned disbelief as the guards lead Indy backstage and out of sight.
The guards belittle Indy for his out-of-character outburst, but they ain’t seen nothing yet. Wait until tomorrow night during the Star Wars kickoff celebration. If they think the bubble has burst, what's next will feel like a cataclysmic explosion.
8
Common Foes
The Disneyland Jail is the
A clamorous clank rings out as the coal shovel just misses Indy’s head and strikes the metal roof of the train. Indy snaps his whip around the soot-billowing smokestack and swings around to the front of the train, grabbing onto the headlight. Losing his grip, Indy falls onto the track in front of the cowcatcher just as the train slows to a halt in the main station at the front of the park.
A dozen Disney security guards peer down at Indy from the station platform, billy clubs in hand. Indy hops over the box hedge and slides through the Mickey Mouse floral display, carving a gouge through the corporate face of the company. The fragrant smell of fresh-cut flowers covers Indy from head to toe. The guards give chase, barreling down the hill as Indy sprints out the front gate and across the promenade. Looking over his shoulder, Indy sees a wall of officers closing in.
Leaping over the Pixar World turnstiles, Indy dodges guests as he dashes down Buena Vista Street. It’s amazing what a billion dollars will do. The once-derided California Adventure now looks worthy of the Disney name. The 1920s Los Angeles that Walt would have found when he arrived in California is a far cry from the original Sunshine Plaza, a woeful excuse for a park centerpiece. At the top of the street, crowds line the Pixar Play parade route beneath the beautiful Carthay Circle Theater. The peppy, upbeat soundtrack implores the audience to celebrate the good times: “Everyone countdown to fun. Five, four, three, two, one.”
Indy jumps onto the Toy Story float to the shock of Woody and Jessie - and the assembled crowd. A barrel of monkeys hang from a pipe in the mouth of Rex the dinosaur as cast members in fringed yellow checkered shirts, blue jeans, boots and red cowboy hats stare in stunned disbelief. Woody and Jessie look ridiculous sitting atop giant wooden Tinkertoy spools with Midway Mania guns mounted between their legs.
“Mickey wants to meet with you right now,” says a breathless Indy, making no pretense to stay in character or play along with the show.
“I’m kind of busy at the moment,” says a perturbed Woody. “In case you hadn’t noticed.”
Disney security halts the parade and surrounds the float. Guests stream video of the alarming incident on their smart phones. All is not happy at the happiest place on earth. In fact, all hell is breaking loose. Guests and cast members alike yell at Indy for ruining the show while others cheer the off-script deviation. Indy climbs onto the back of the big, green Tyrannosaurus to avoid the guards clambering onto the float.
“What do you want me to tell Mickey?” screams Indy, kicking and flailing as the guards pull him off the float.
Disney security throws Indy on the ground. A guard drives a knee in Indy’s back as another handcuffs the adventure-loving archaeologist. Lifting Indy roughly to his feet, a swarm of security guards haul him away through the jeering and cheering crowd. So much for the separation between backstage and onstage.
“Tower of Terror,” Woody yells above the din. “Right after the parade.”
“Oh no,” Indy says, comically trying to distract the guards in hopes they didn’t hear Woody. “Please don’t take me to the Disneyland jail.”
The guards push aside guests pressing in to take Indy’s perp walk photo, knocking cameras to the ground. Everyone on Buena Vista Street watches in stunned disbelief as the guards lead Indy backstage and out of sight.
The guards belittle Indy for his out-of-character outburst, but they ain’t seen nothing yet. Wait until tomorrow night during the Star Wars kickoff celebration. If they think the bubble has burst, what's next will feel like a cataclysmic explosion.
8
Common Foes
The Disneyland Jail is the
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