It was a woman.

A woman with enormous brown hair tied up in a pink scrunchie, with light skin, and very muscular arms and legs. She wore neon pink and green-colored triangular earrings, a faded blouse with a Mickey face on it—half of it was ripped off, showing her cut abs—along with blue shorts that showed off her thick, muscular thighs, and white tennis shoes.

"Hi!" Annette spoke, trying to break the ice. "I'm Annette, this is my brother Roy, and—"

The strange woman then tackled Annette and Roy to the ground, placing a pickaxe from the Seven Dwarves Mine Train at their throats.

"Woah..." Roy said. "This just got hot..."

"ROY!" Annette exclaimed, smacking her brother.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" The woman exclaimed. "COMMUNISTS?!!! SPIES FROM THAT UNIVERSAL PARK EVERYBODY'S TALKIN' ABOUT?! ANSWER ME!!"

"NO NO NO NO!!" Annette exclaimed, raising her hands over her head as the woman continued to push the pickaxe even closer. "We're not communists and we're not from Universal! WE'RE KIDS, LADY!!"

"Ohhh, why didn't you say so?!" The woman replied, tossing the pickaxes into the wall. "What're you kids doing in the storage room?"

"I think the question is, what are YOU doing here, lady?" Annette asked, then noticed the faded quality of her clothing and white streaks in the woman's hair. "And...exactly how long have you been here?"

"Um...let's see.." the woman began counting to herself. "Uh...is Reagan still in office?"

"Ronald Reagan's presidency ended, like, a long while ago." Annette spoke. "What d'you mean? George W. Bush has been president since like, 1999 or something."

The strange woman's eyes widened, then she gulped.

"Y-you mean...y-you mean it's—it's—THE NEW MILLENNIUM ALREADY?!!!" The woman gasped in shock. She started sweating heavily. "SON OF A GUN!!"

"Is everything okay, lady?" Annette asked.

The woman had hidden in a pile of old character suits, shivering from the culture shock.

"EVERYTHING IS NOT OKAY!!" The woman screeched. "I'VE BEEN TRAPPED DOWN HERE FOR TWENTY FREAKIN' YEARS!!! OF COURSE IM' GONNA BE WIGGIN' OUT!!"

"Twenty years?!" Roy exclaimed. "How can you even SURVIVE down here and look super hot for someone in her 40's?!"

"We have a basketball court. Also, you'd be surprised at how much caloric and nutritional value is in the giant turkey legs." The woman replied. "Oh, wait...I forgot to tell you...the name is Cindi, Y'know, with an 'i'. I used to be a host here."

"How did you get in here?" Roy asked.

"Gather round', kids..." Cindi said, smiling and sitting down with both her legs crossed. "Because it's quite a story..."