Emma groaned and slid out of her seat, the plane had just landed and now she had to deal with everyone, including all the drama of jet lag and finding their hotel and a taxi, etcetera.

"Rumpel, wake up," Belle said, ushering her husband out of his seat.

"I'm tired," Rumpel said, glancing at his watch. "For heaven's sake, it's-"

"California is three hours behind Maine," came Emma's voice from the seat in the aisle. She was currently being crushed by an overexcited Henry and a sulky, spineless fop- David. "In other words, it's 9:00 PM for California and it's 12:00 AM for us."

Everyone groaned, except for Henry, who was in the process of stuffing his mouth full of cookies.

"What hotel are we staying at?" Cora questioned.

"The Grand Californian," Emma quickly answered. Cora scowled.

"So it's a place for peasants?"

"No, I mean... um... It's The Grand Californian Palace," Emma quickly said. "Just... um... a lot of kings and queens tend to go to this hotel." Cora narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but Regina covered for Emma.

"Hey, mother, I bet they have... um... servants there. To take care of your needs and whatnot. I mean, that's proof that it's a palace, right? And I bet you would be superior to everyone there." Regina shot Emma a you-need-to-work-with-me-here look, before directing her attention back towards Cora.

"Um, yeah," Emma said, because she really didn't know how to please Cora at this point.

"Hey, Grandma, want a cookie?" Henry said with his mouth full as he passed the bag of cookies to Cora.

"What's a cookie?" Cora asked.

"Just eat it. It's good." Cora grabbed the bag from him, took a cookie, sniffed it suspiciously, and took a tiny bite.

"Good job," Emma whispered to Henry.

"Don't I get any credit?" Regina whispered to Emma and Henry.

"No, she's your mom, you have to handle her."

"Mother, stop playing with the faucet," Regina whined from where she was lying on the bed. A grunt of frustration echoed into the room.

"I don't understand what magic this is!" Cora cried.

"I'm trying to sleep!" Regina growled. "I've been trying to do so, but every time I try to get you to bed you want to know what the light is and how the coffee machine works and how the faucet functions and I'm sick of it!"

"Fine, I'll go to bed," Cora grumbled.

"You forgot to turn off the light," Regina pointed out.

"How do you turn it off?" Cora wondered aloud.

"WAKE UP NOW!" Emma pounded hard on Regina's door and she groaned. "IT'S SIX O' CLOCK, WE HAVE TO GET GOING NOW!"

"6:00?" Regina mumbled from the bed. Cora yanked the sheets off of her.

"Get up, the dumb blonde says so," Cora said, tossing Regina a coat and a hairbrush from the suitcase resting in their room. "And get dressed, I can't have my daughter running around in only pajamas."

"Says the woman who yelled at birds in the airplane," Regina mumbled as she walked over to the bathroom, combing out her hair as she walked.

"GET UP, IT'S SIX O' CLOCK!" Emma shouted.

"I heard, you just yelled that right next door," Gold said, answering the door.

"Oops," Emma said. "Sorry, I'm getting used to this whole vacation thing. Is Belle ready to go?" Gold nodded.

"Yes, but she doesn't get why we have to wake up at six in the morning."

"Is that grumbling I hear coming from the Dark One?" Emma deadpanned. Gold ignored her snide comment.

"Why?" Emma rolled her eyes.

"Fine. We have to wake up at six because we're at this hotel, the Grand Californian-"

"PALACE!" came Cora's voice from the other end of the wall in Gold's hotel room.

"Palace," Emma said quickly, "and we have special benefits. Meaning that we're allowed to go into the Disney park an hour before the public arrives- and that also means that we can catch the best rides before we have to wait in lines." Gold nodded, Emma had already explained to the group about Disneyland on the taxi ride to the hotel.

"I understand." Emma blinked.

"Why do you have to be so formal all the time?" She wondered aloud. Gold raised an eyebrow.

"What are you proposing, Miss Swan?" Emma groaned.

"Is it just me or do all the villains in Storybrooke sound so intelligent? I mean, 'proposing' sounds like such an old word. For old people."

"And I'm not old?" Gold deadpanned.

"Good point... But you do look great for your age."

"Which ride are we getting on first?" Henry asked excitedly.

"Pirates of the Caribbean," Hook read on his map. "Does that mean there'll be pirates on this ride?" Emma nodded.

"Yeah, Walt Disney himself worked really hard. That ride was built really really long ago, nearly cost him all his money, but he just kept on digging down there. The technology used on that ride still manages to baffle me..." she shook her head as Hook began to drool all over his map like an overexcited teenager.

"YES!" He shouted. Cora smacked him in the face with her scarf and casually continued to walk, but she did toss the "infected" scarf in the rubbish bin later.
"Hey, Emma, do you want to take Henry on California Soarin' later on?" Neal asked. "It was my favorite ride as a kid," he said with a wink.

"Can we?" Henry asked excitedly.

"Sure, why not, we can head over to California Adventure Park later on in the week," Emma said, glancing back down at her map. "Now, our first stop today is going to be Space Mountain," she said. "Since it's really close to the entrance of the park." Cora made a funny face at her map.

"What is it, mother?" Regina asked.

"What is this so-called 'Storybook Land?'" she asked.

"I don't know," Regina said honestly. "Do you want to go there later?" Cora nodded, but she didn't lift her gaze from the paper.

"Can I burn it down?" Cora asked.

"No, mother, no fire here, okay?" Cora skulked all the way to Space Mountain.