Disneyland is said to be 'The Happiest Place on Earth'. I guess it could be if you weren't stuck inside the Pluto suit, posing for pictures, in 104 degree weather, and your break wasn't two hours away.

Oh look honey, Pluto!" Another eager mom shouts as she rushes to get her over-heated, annoyed child to me. "Pluto, could you spare a moment of your time for a picture? You're his absolute favorite character!" Her child's face says otherwise and of course they all say you're their favorite until they run into Cinderella or Flynn Rider. One hour and fifty three minutes till break though, I guess posing for the overzealous mother and annoyed child wouldn't kill me, right?

As much as I'd rather snap my own neck than stand in this heat any longer for pictures that will probably only be 'Facebook worthy', I shake my head yes and wave my arms around before placing them on the young boys shoulders and crouching down. He throws on a fake smile to please his mother and she snaps a few pictures before asking a stranger to take a few with her in them. As they walk away I wave to them and make my way to Peter Pan's rock. It's almost story time, which means the kids who aren't on rides or in lines, are listening to the amazing adventures of Tink, Peter, and Hook. And it also means I can stand in the shade of the tree behind the rock, take a somewhat breather before it's over and I'm back in the heat.

Once I make it to the rock, 'Peter' hops on top of it and points to me, "Ahh, it seems as if Pluto has found his way to his favorite shade tree!" I would love to flip my friend Logan off, but I act bashful and wave and move off into the shade from the tree. I settle in against the trunk and wait for his story to begin.

Logan and I are great friends, have been for a while. We moved from Minnesota to California three years ago with our band, hoping we would get somewhere. Unfortunately, our drummer quit and soon after, so did our lead vocals. We wandered around the state in a bit of a depression, torn between going home and trying to replace them. Logan suggested we just take a break and visit Disneyland, no harm done, right? Wrong. While waiting in line for one of the rides, a kid had starting balling because he had missed Peter Pan's show. Lucky for the kid, Logan knew a lot about Peter Pan and began a story that was wild from start to finish. Apparently someone high on the casting committee had heard Logan's story and how he had cheered up the kid and offered him a job as the back-up Peter. The original Peter wound up being rushed to the emergency room a few months later over excessive drug use, so naturally Logan was the replacement.

I, on the other hand, had tried to stay away from Disneyland. I just couldn't see myself in tights, parading around making up nonsense. Unfortunately for me, finding a job in California proved to be a lot harder than expected. Logan talked to his boss about my situation and he agreed to give me a position. Thinking I would get something easy like, Prince Charming, or maybe John Smith, I strutted into the casting room like I owned the place. Logan failed to tell me that the only thing they had open was mascot positions. I was doomed to the unfortunate Winnie the Pooh outfit for five months, before some poor unfortunate soul (pun intended) took it over for me, and I was then upgraded to Pluto.

After Peter's story was finished, he and the rest of Neverland's crew posed for many pictures, while I enjoyed my last few minutes of shade time. Finally, the crowd cleared out and Logan dusted off his tights. He passed by me and wished me luck in the heat. I saluted him and made my way towards the break room hoping by the time I actually made it there it would be my turn to take off this ridiculous suit and maybe take a short nap.

No more kids asked to have a picture with me and the park actually started clearing out as the heat seemed to rise. I tried to find another shady spot before collapsing from heat exhaustion. One of the park managers made her way to me and told me to take the rest of the day off. I thanked her about a thousand times before using the last of my energy to race to the closest break room and tear out of my costume.

Once I had removed the costume, I dropped it in the laundry bin and made my way to the tunnels so I could easily make it back to my room for a shower. I bumped into a few of my fellow workers, some calling out, and others in a rush to get somewhere and if it was to get into an ice cold shower, I didn't blame them.

"Kendall, wait!" A voice shouted out. I stopped and turned to see who was calling out to me. My recently new friend, Arianna, came racing towards me. "Hey, I thought I'd miss you, get off early?"

"Yeah, Alexandria told me to take the rest of the day off; I would have anyway even if she hadn't told me too."

Arianna smirked and shoved me a little, "Liar. You don't go against rules."

"And it wouldn't have been just the rest of the day either, would have been the rest of my life. I'm sure if I had spent five more minutes out there, I would have died from a heat stroke."

Arianna frowned a bit. "I feel so terrible for you."

"Nah, don't sweat it." She laughed and shoved me again.

"You and your stupid puns."

We were passing by another changing room when something caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks and watched as a guy fumbled with a locker before finally getting it open. He dropped the lock and looked around embarrassed. Luckily, he didn't see Ari or I in the door.

"Who's he?" I asked.

"New guy. Foster was fired last night, distribution of alcohol to minors. This guy is taking his place. I can't remember his name."

"Foster was fired and no one offered me the position? I would kill to get out of that damn costume." I crossed my arms.

"Hey, Prince Charming isn't all it's cracked up to be, I mean, you have to kiss a girl!" Arianna made a funny face, mocking me.

"You know I've never hit a girl before but I'm willing to make an exception for you. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't kiss a girl and be cool with it."

Arianna shrugged and walked off, "I'll catch you later," she called out. I watched the guy in the dressing room for a few more minutes before turning to storm away to my room to pout. Little did I know, he was going to turn my world upside down.

Hi guys! So, I was watching a bunch of documentaries on Disneyland the other night and couldn't help but think of how cool it would be if there was a fanfic about it! So naturally, I use my favorite boys to work in the Magical World. I'm not really sure how this will turn out, but I'm hoping you guys will give some positive and even negative feedback. Let me know what you think so far, how you think the story will play out, who your favorite character is. I know it's still early in the story, I mean it's chapter one right (: but I hope you stick with me long enough to see how everything plays out. Thanks for reading! XOXO