Go, Speed Racer, Go! (Miss Kitty, Basil, Open)
Mar 7, 2010 1:08:08 GMT -5
Post by dawson on Mar 7, 2010 1:08:08 GMT -5
Where better to start an adventure for several previous century adventurers and dazzlers than the rip-roaring Test Track at Epcot center? The futuristic design of the modern age sponsored by General Motors loomed gracefully amongst a crowd of many others today, with an upbeat tune in the background preparing people for the ride of their lives. Dawson was quick to want to take note of every detail, and spent more time with his head down into a small notebook of his own and logging down the sights and the scenes going afoot as they came along. But while his studies and logs were for the benefit of his own, to jot down his journey into the world of Disney itself, there was a subtle chapter in his homemade new journal about the chemistry amongst his other two companions. Brief for now, only making several side notes about how the two have become quite acquainted with each other since he had arrived, it was destined to get into detail later.
He would, later on, bring his notes along with him to describe the other adventures he had been on - some with Basil, others without, but that would be a tale taught for another time.
Leading the way into the sign, unknowingly ahead of Basil and Miss Kitty, the good doctor immediately came to a halt when he slammed into the sign advertising that others be careful with what they were about to experience.
"Oomph!"
The mouse rubbed his nose, stumbling back.
"Test Track.... Test.... Test Track, eh?" he spoke, turning to his friends, awaiting their arrival to catch up. "Well, that seems awfully straightforward, eh? Heh."
I can see the Testing, humorously logged Dawson in his notes, though I cannot begin to scratch the surface about the said Track...
He would, later on, bring his notes along with him to describe the other adventures he had been on - some with Basil, others without, but that would be a tale taught for another time.
Leading the way into the sign, unknowingly ahead of Basil and Miss Kitty, the good doctor immediately came to a halt when he slammed into the sign advertising that others be careful with what they were about to experience.
"Oomph!"
The mouse rubbed his nose, stumbling back.
"Test Track.... Test.... Test Track, eh?" he spoke, turning to his friends, awaiting their arrival to catch up. "Well, that seems awfully straightforward, eh? Heh."
I can see the Testing, humorously logged Dawson in his notes, though I cannot begin to scratch the surface about the said Track...