Held hostage to save a baseball field, I do the one thing any sane kidnapped person would do…call in Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
I go to Disneyland. My dog goes with me. It works out about as well as you might think.
Only in my dreams can I meld together Shakespeare and Disney. Because it’s not like it’s been done before (cough, Lion King, cough).
Wherein I learn that it’s not a good idea to take Pokemon onto a space ship.