I Scream, Ice Cream

Ice cream is good. Ice cream at the park is great!

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Dumbo the Flying Elephant: The Soaring Circus

Feeling daring, the families headed to Dumbo the Flying Elephant. As they each climbed into their respective flying elephants, Steve, clearly in a playful mood, declared, “If this thing doesn’t soar as high as my expectations for this churro later, I’m filing a complaint.”

Once the ride began and they were lifted into the air, Lissa pointed out, “It’s cute, but can we talk about how we’re just spinning in circles again? Disney’s really into that.”

Brandon, holding onto his Dumbo’s ear as if it were a handlebar, exclaimed, “I’ve had a revelation: Dumbo’s trunk is aerodynamic! We’re basically flying in first-class.”

As the ride slowly descended, Mandy, laughing, said, “Well, at least it was a gentle flight—none of that Mr. Toad nonsense.”

Peter Pan’s Flight: Waiting in Line for Pure Magic

The families made their way over to Peter Pan’s Flight, where the line stretched for what felt like miles. Steve, ever the realist, muttered, “This is Disneyland's greatest irony—waiting in line for 45 minutes for a ride that lasts less than two. It’s the world’s cutest exercise in patience.”

But once they finally boarded their pirate ships and soared over London, the grumbling stopped. The magic of the ride took over, and as they flew past Big Ben and into Neverland, the kids' faces lit up.

“That was so cool,” Reagan said as they disembarked. “Even if it was, like, super short.”

“Yeah,” Steve admitted, “I’ll give it that—it’s pretty awesome, even if I blinked and it was over.”