After the thrilling ride and stopping for Mr. Dink to puke in what he thought was an ordinary garbage bin, but turned out to be Push The Talking Trash Can. At last they arrived at the restaurant and slid in to the handicapped-accomodated 57 Chevy style booth to watch the same ten minutes of 50s movie reels for 40 minutes while they ate shitty theme park food. Mr. Dink ordered a footlong chili cheese dog and curly fries, while Doug got a classic cheeseburger and fries cause he’s a basic bitch. Who cares what everybody else got, they are all gonna end up with juvenile diabetes anyway. When Mr. Dink saw his hot dog, he noticed something was amiss. “Excuthe me man, could you wait jutht a moment?” “Why of course sir. Is something the matter?” Mr. Dink said nothing, only whipped his Wacky World of Tex Avery ruler out of the back pocket of his skinny jeans with a forceful yank. “Jutht ath I thuthpected” Mr. Dink declared, standing up and bringing the 500 pound car booth that was once bolted to the floor with him. “Why cant I go ANYWHERE without these damn HEBREW HOOLIGANS RUINING MY PERFECTLY GOOD TIME” he roared, causing all of the patrons to look up from their mickey-sprinkle hot fudge brownie sundaes at the towering, ranting, dimly lit figure before them “Mr. Dink, I think we should-“ “CAN IT DOUGLATH. LET ME HANDLE THITH” He harshly snapped at the young boy. Doug wisely chose to shut the fuck up. Usually Mr. Dink yelling like that would have him in tears. But Doug knew not to take this one personally. After all, Mr. Dink hated Jews so much it was unreal.
>>537190168>After the thrilling ride and stopping for Mr. Dink to puke in what he thought was an ordinary garbage bin, but turned out to be Push The Talking Trash Can. At last they arrived at the restaurant and slid in to the handicapped-accomodated 57 Chevy style booth to watch the same ten minutes of 50s movie reels for 40 minutes while they ate shitty theme park food. Mr. Dink ordered a footlong chili cheese dog and curly fries, while Doug got a classic cheeseburger and fries cause he’s a basic bitch. Who cares what everybody else got, they are all gonna end up with juvenile diabetes anyway. When Mr. Dink saw his hot dog, he noticed something was amiss. “Excuthe me man, could you wait jutht a moment?” “Why of course sir. Is something the matter?” Mr. Dink said nothing, only whipped his Wacky World of Tex Avery ruler out of the back pocket of his skinny jeans with a forceful yank. “Jutht ath I thuthpected” Mr. Dink declared, standing up and bringing the 500 pound car booth that was once bolted to the floor with him. “Why cant I go ANYWHERE without these damn HEBREW HOOLIGANS RUINING MY PERFECTLY GOOD TIME” he roared, causing all of the patrons to look up from their mickey-sprinkle hot fudge brownie sundaes at the towering, ranting, dimly lit figure before them “Mr. Dink, I think we should-“ “CAN IT DOUGLATH. LET ME HANDLE THITH” He harshly snapped at the young boy. Doug wisely chose to shut the fuck up. Usually Mr. Dink yelling like that would have him in tears. But Doug knew not to take this one personally. After all, Mr. Dink hated Jews so much it was unreal.
>>53719016899% of the Zoomers on here aren't going to get this.
After a half hour of going back and forth with the meek, Columbian head manager, Mr. Dink had managed to score a pack of The Little Mermaid swim diapers, a plush of Runt, the pig from Chicken Little that only ever causes problems for our titular small-fry cock, a pair of child-sized Piglet flip up Sunglasses, and a voucher for a free, no reservation required meal at any restaurant on Walt Disney World restaurant. Mr. Dink desperately pleaded with the gang to go to Pizza Planet, but they near-unanimously decided to save the coupon for their second Magic Kingdom day to eat at Cinderella’s Royal Table. He passed by the neon lit signage with a sigh, passing by a claw machine filled with green aliens, hearing the Kidz Bop version of All Star by Smash Mouth behind the thick window panes. Next up was the Indiana Jones stunt show, though they had regretfully hired the trapeze rig operator from Spiderman 3 on Broadway. By the end of the show, they had rolled over no less than 12 Indiana Jones lookalikes and the mock temple was just absolute fucking carnage.
>>537190636funny you say that cause i was born in 01 B)
By the time they left, it was 2:30 and the sun drenched travelers decided to go back to the hotel for a brief siesta. Doug didnt actually fall asleep, due to Mr. Dink sprawling himself out on the only bed. Instead Doug elected to play Fruit Ninja until his screams of rage induced by missing yet another piece of golden fruit made Mr. Dink stir. Karl couldnt sleep much either due to his imposter wife’s PedEgg abuse. She used it everywhere, citing it was the only thing that helped with her ashy skin. The Madea writer also decided she HAD to do something about that nappy, polyester weave of hers. She used an entire bottle of Kink-away she had swiped from the set of the 2007 Hairspray remake. That and gave Amanda Bynes a hug and told her everything would be alright. By the end of the aerosolized spray-can, Mr. Perry had only managed to tame about 40% of his hair. The succesful yet self inserting affluent black lawyer thought for a moment, then realized he had packed a can of Crisco 100% pig fat for this very occasion. He slicked it all way back like Whoopi Goldberg in Sister Act 2 and looked in the mirror with confidence.
>>537191335How do you know or remember this show? I doubt they were still running re-runs when you were like 7, maybe they were on some channel.
>>537192313I am incredibly autistic and found it browsing comcast on demand in the third grade. it is my hero origin storyThey returned to the sun setting on the artificial Hollywood kingdom only to watch Oswald the rabbit, who was looking for someone to speak with about his Epic Mickey residuals, get suckerpunched square in the nuts by a pair of Moldovian child molesters, who had climbed the monorail track to avoid paying admission. Their third brother Rudiger, was not so lucky as Otto und Frank, and was crushed by the purple line monorail, resulting in the suicides of the conductor and 3 of the biohazard cleanup crew. The crew kept walking, before Laura spotted the poggers guy and followed him like he was a damn cartoon pie on a windowsill. Bitch was down bad and in desperate need of a dicking this season. in honor of monthly Holocaust remembrance day, an audiobook of Night by Elie Weisel read by Sarah Silverman. She dodged the oven so hard she turned into a fucking fridge.
>>537192814So, you got a little taste of a time before cable went to complete shit, nice to hear.
