We reached the line and it seemed quite long. I suggested that perhaps we should return, but the others didn't want to lose our place in line. Then my mother had this brilliant plan. She told us she would be right back and disappeared into the crowd of people. After a while, Mickey showed up in line. He walked up to us, leaned over and whispered, “Hey guys! It's me!" in my mother's voice. “I stole the Mickey Mouse costume from his dressing room. Follow my example. OKAY, BOYS AND GIRLS! OUT OF WAY!” my mother called in Mickey Mouse's voice. Surprisingly, it was perfect. We all looked at each other, confused, but shrugged and followed Mickey Mom to the front. "These here are Mickey's special guests!" he said to the person working the ride. “I insist they are next. Oh boy!" The worker looked confused for a moment, then turned to the other cast members and said, "Well, you heard it." We climbed onto the log and I sat behind Sarah. The seats were wet and the water inside the trunk it ran down to my ankles. Surprisingly, the only one to get completely wet on the trip was Row. Everyone else seemed to get just a little'