Prologue: This story originates from a time in which Paintball and Splatter were the only monsters adopted. We (Chloe and Emma) took them to Disneyland, in hopes of a fun trip.

 

     It was a warm, sunny day.

     At least, that's what we'd hoped. It was more like a cold, cloudy day.

     We should have realized right away how bad of an idea taking Paintball and Splatter to Disneyland was. In one word, it was a complete disaster. The monsters are so small, they don't fit in the seats. I mean, it doesn't really make sense to have a one-inch seat. Emma and I had to sneak the monsters out and hold on tight.

     From the start, when we walked in, Paintball and Splatter had different ideas of what to do. Paintball wanted to go on the rides. Splatter wanted to see the princesses. Well, fine, we'd thought. Emma and I each took a monster- I took Paintball and Emma took Splatter. I suppose I was lucky Paintball can fly, and I didn't have to carry her around everywhere. Emma did.

     Paintball already knew which ride to go on first. The water ride. I hated it. Who actually likes zooming down a waterslide, full speed, in a plastic log? Then having the entire contents of a barrel of water dumped on your head? Paintball loved it, though. She wanted to go a few thousand more times but I resisted. So we went on some roller coasters, which I actually liked. That took up some time until around 11:30, when I got a call from Emma.

     "Chloe," she said, "It's almost lunchtime. Splatter's been complaining for ages that she's hungry."

     "True," I replied, checking my watch. "Okay. Want to meet at A Mickey Lunch, 12:00?"

     "Nah, that's gross," Emma disagreed. "Let's go to Gordon's Cafe."

     "Sure," I agreed. "12:00?"

     "Yup," Emma answered before hanging up.

     "Paintball," I called. "We're going to meet Aunty Aunty Emma and Splatter at Gordon's Cafe at 12:00."

     "Okay," Paintball said. "One more ride?"

     I sighed. "One more."

     "Yes! Gadget-Go-Coaster!"

     So we went on the Gadget-Go-Coaster... Like ten times.

     "Paintball!" I cried, as she attempted to drag me on again. "It's 12:00!"

     "Oops..." Paintball whispered.

     "It'll still take us about 10 minutes to walk over," I said. "Let's hurry." And we began walking over.

 

     Meanwhile, Emma and Splatter were sitting at a table in Gordon's Cafe.

     "Where are they? I'm starving," Splatter moaned.

     "Oh, I'm sure they'll come soon," Emma replied.

 

     I checked my map. “Paintball, we turn left here,” I said. I looked up and around. “Paintball?”

     There was no reply. And then I heard a giggle from somewhere above. I looked up to see… Paintball, sitting in a ski lift, traveling up and past me.

     “GET DOWN FROM THERE!” I yelled. Too late. She was too far to hear.

      I sprinted to the ski lift station and jumped on a chair. When I finally got to the top, I looked around for Paintball. I spotted a crowd of kids. There was a lot of yelling and laughter.

     “Aunty Aunty Chloe!” Paintball was running toward me. “I saw Mickey Mouse!”

     I sighed. “C’mon, it’s 12:30.”

 

     Back at Gordon’s Cafe, Emma and Splatter were getting impatient.

     “All right, Splatter, let’s order,” Emma said.

     “Finally!” Splatter exclaimed. “Okay, I want a Taco Mini Mickey Meal.”

     “Okay,” replied the waiter. “Milk or apple juice?”

     “Apple juice,” Splatter answered.

     “I’ll have Mac’N’Cheese,” Emma said. “Oh, and two more are coming… They want the ¼ pounder and the Chicken Nuggets Mini Mickey Meal… Apple juice.”

     “Okay.” The waiter wrote that down then walked back to the kitchen.

 

     When the food came, Emma told Splatter not to eat until Paintball and I came.

     “That’s forever,” Splatter complained.

     “It’s more polite,” Emma explained.

     We finally walked in.

     “Paintball!” Splatter cried. “Finally, you-” She stopped at a look from Emma.

     I looked down at our food. “Umm… Emma, did you order me a teeny tiny single chicken nugget?” I asked, frowning.

     “And this burger is waaay too big for me,” Paintball added.

     I looked at her food and laughed. “Our plates must have been switched!” I switched them back. “Did you wash your hands?”

     “No,” Paintball and Splatter said in unison.

     “Want to go together?” Paintball inquired. Splatter agreed, and they set off for the bathroom.

     They went into the bathroom and washed their hands. walking back to the table, Paintball thought she spotted me.

     “Aunty Aunty Chloe!” She said, jumping on a seat next to a woman. Then she realized the woman didn’t look that much like me.

     “Aunty Aunty Chloe, your face needs a Band-Aid,” Paintball said.

     The woman looked about to say something back, but thankfully, Emma came running toward them.

     “Paintball! Splatter! There you are! What took you?” Then she looked at the woman with Paintball besides her.

     “Ohhh… I’m sorry…” She apologized quickly, before snatching up Paintball and Splatter and dragging them back to our table.

     We ate our lunches, which weren’t bad. Then we set back out to the park.

     The rest of the day was, admittedly, quite enjoyable. The four of us went together on more roller coasters, screamed on spinning rides, and pet the animals.

     I would do it again.