The price was outrageous, like everything else here, but it was their vacation, so it hardly mattered. At least to Kirk. He just smiled, taking the photo, putting it in the little paper holder offered with it, and tucked it into a pocket inside his jacket.

"Okay, but don't you want to try the others first? We can come back around and do the singles line later, it'll be faster," he promised him, slipping his hand into Caboose's once more as they funneled out into the masses once more. "Splash Mountain?" he suggested, pointing to the ride not far off, the screams audible from where they were, the splash of water from the touch down.