Many of your worst nightmares from the most sinister stories populated these woods…along with some other creatures of the night! After foolishly wandering into their castle, I had to flee from a handful of vampires who were a little too eager to have a guest – just in time for dinner, right?
Further down the trail, I encountered Tortoise and Hare preparing for their race; the Hare made odd chirps and screeches as they darted around me, repeatedly blocking my path as the Tortoise asked if I thought I could “win the race?” Excuse me? I’m a wolf – you’re a turtle!
After stepping into Pinocchio’s candlelit home, I got quite a startle when he suddenly sprang to life and sneered at my reaction. “Oh, there’s no reason to be afraid! Pinocchio would never hurt a fly!” The length of his nose suggested otherwise…along with the holes smashed in the walls.
My attempt to cross a bridge in one spot resulted in some inadvertent trespassing, prompting the troll who was guarding it to growl ferociously, “Move along, cretin!”
Finding my way into Peter Pan’s house, it didn’t take him long to discover the intrusion and he immediately demanded to know where Wendy was. “Wendy is dead! Dead, I tell you!” he snarled. He was so peeved that he stalked out after me, on the path, and viciously assured me I wouldn’t have a happy ending!
“Ohhh, that looks like trouble…” I murmured apprehensively when I spotted the huge pirate ship waiting ahead…and more importantly, the pirate captain sharpening his blade. He stopped when he noticed me and barked, “Halt! You look like no Lost Boy…” Not sure if he was Captain Hook or a different pirate, but he had me completely convinced I was going to be walking the plank before it was over! The wenches on board were just as mean as he was: “You’re no Lost Boy, definitely not!” I took that as my cue to abandon ship!
Moving on to a broader moonlit path, I narrowly avoided an attack by Little Red Slider-Riding Hood. After nearly being cooked alive in the witch’s oven- lured there by Hansel and Gretel- I made a run for it, as she cackled wickedly into the night.
While I understood the need to maximize guests throughput, I heard a few too many “keep it moving” type of lines from the actors. This is because I was hanging back in an attempt to avoid a conga line with the group in front of me, and the fast walkers behind me, who I eventually allowed to pass. Everyone did use their monster voices, but it was starting to get annoying. I always say don’t tell me to leave – make me want to!
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