Dudley Goes to Disneyland - Aw Man

It was a crisp, sunny morning, and Dudley was buzzing with excitement. Today, he was finally going to Disneyland. Clutching his Mickey Mouse hat and a churro he bought before even entering the gates, he muttered, "Aw man, this is it. The big leagues. Magic, here I come!"

Dudley, being Dudley, had started his day with his usual "pre-game ritual," which left him feeling a little too relaxed. He ambled through the turnstiles, tipping his nonexistent hat to a bemused cast member.

“Let the adventures… BEGIN!” he exclaimed, spilling cinnamon sugar all over his shirt as he pumped his fist in the air. A flock of toddlers stared at him in awe. Their parents… less so.

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Main Street Madness

The first sign that things weren’t going to go smoothly came when Dudley decided to take a selfie with the iconic Mickey flowerbed at the entrance. He held up his phone, squinted into the sun, and promptly tripped over a trash can. His phone launched into the air, spiraling like a slow-motion boomerang, only to land in a popcorn bucket held by a nearby child.

"Aw man, I did it again," Dudley said sheepishly, retrieving his sticky phone with a bow. The child looked impressed. The parents, again… less so.

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Pirates, Dole Whips, and... Disaster?

After some wandering (and unintentionally joining a parade route), Dudley found himself in line for Pirates of the Caribbean. “Perfect,” he thought. “Dark, chill, and pirate-y. What could go wrong?”

As it turns out, a lot.

First, Dudley leaned too far over the boat’s edge to get a better look at the animatronic pirates and dropped his churro in the water. “Aw, no! Man overboard!” he cried, trying to fish it out with his Mickey hat. His antics caused the boat to tilt just enough to splash the people behind him.

By the time they reached the treasure room scene, Dudley had somehow ended up wearing a pirate bandana he wasn’t sure he’d purchased. “Did I buy this?” he whispered, glancing at a very unamused cast member waiting to dock the ride.

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The Big Thunder Mountain Mishap

Next on Dudley's list was Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. “The wildest ride in the wilderness!” he shouted enthusiastically, much to the confusion of those in line around him.

As the train zoomed over a hill, Dudley’s hat flew off, only for him to instinctively reach for it, unbuckling his safety strap in the process. “Oh no, oh no, hold on!” he panicked, grabbing onto the seat in front of him. Thankfully, the ride ended without incident, but Dudley exited the train looking like he’d just survived an actual gold rush.

“That… was intense,” he said, stuffing his Mickey hat (now slightly soggy) back onto his head.

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The Grand Finale: Fireworks and Falling

As night fell, Dudley found himself in the perfect spot for the fireworks show. He had his phone ready for photos, a Dole Whip in one hand, and a Mickey pretzel in the other.

“This is it. Peak happiness,” he said.

But just as the first burst of fireworks lit up the sky, Dudley got a little too excited. He waved his Dole Whip triumphantly, only to fling it directly into the hair of the guest in front of him.

“Aw man, not the pineapple swirl!” he gasped. In his attempt to help clean up, he tripped over the curb and landed face-first in a popcorn cart. The cart’s attendant, while clearly over it, handed him a new Dole Whip with a forced smile. “Uh, thanks?” Dudley said.

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Happily Ever After?

As Dudley stumbled out of Disneyland, sticky, exhausted, and wearing a light-up Mickey necklace he didn’t remember buying, he sighed contentedly. “That… was magical,” he said, popping a churro crumb into his mouth.

And somewhere in the park, a custodian cleaning up Dole Whip remnants shook their head and muttered, “Aw man, he did it again.”