Amanda staggered into the sunlight, horror flooding through her veins. She reached for Duncan and then slammed him up against the wall with her forearm wedged across his throat. She would have preferred a sword, but a Watcher in a Goofy costume had made them all leave their weapons at the park entrance.

"If you ever, *ever,* sing that song again I'll take your head in your sleep," she snarled.

"Chill, Amanda," Connor said, sliding up behind her and fixing his Mickey Mouse ears over her platinum-white hair. "I like "It's A Small World.'"

Methos slipped on his Armani sunglasses and offered a brilliant smile. "I think it's a timely message about global peace."

"And I think it's evil!" Amanda hissed, but she released Duncan from her stranglehold anyway.

The flow of the crowd carried them around the building to the center of Fantasyland, where they met Tessa and the kids coming out of Peter Pan's Flight. Tessa and Duncan kissed and then Duncan scooped to pick up six-year-old Debbie. "How was Peter Pan, sweetie?"

"Boring. I want Jasmine and Ariel!" she pouted.

Five-year-old Kip pulled at his father's leg. "I want to see the Country Bears again."

Duncan threw a hopeful look at Tessa, but she smiled and shook her head. "Oh, no, you don't. Your turn. I'm going over to meet Felicia at the France pavilion at EPCOT. Where's Richie?"

"He and Gregor had to go pick up Kenny from Security," Amanda said, reaching down to tickle baby Benjie under the chin. "The Disney cops picked him up for propositioning sixteen-year-olds on Tom Sawyer Island. We're supposed to meet them for lunch at Cinderella's Castle."

They wandered around to the castle, where Tessa hopped into a horse-drawn carriage to take her back down Main Street. King Stefan's Banquet was fun enough for Richie, Gregor and the kids, but everyone else at the table had attended real medieval banquets and were not impressed.

"What this place needs is starving dogs, fighting for scraps on the floor," Connor said wistfully. "Flickering torches. Serving wenches. Chamber pots under the table so you don't even have to get up to go."

"Besides," Kenny sneered, "it's not a true castle unless it has a fully functional dungeon."

Methos leaned over and offered, "If it has one, I'll gladly lock you up in it."

Baby Benjie spit up green peas in agreement.

After lunch they wandered through Adventureland and up and around the Swiss Family Treehouse. "I was stranded on a tropical island once," Methos mused, admiring the vista from one of the upper rooms. "Just another reason why I hate the ocean."

Amanda, who already knew the punchline, nudged Methos with a wink. "Maybe you should write a book about it."

"My friend Daniel did it for me," Methos said. "But he got it all wrong. Friday was a girl."

Connor wanted to go on the Pirates of the Caribbean, since he'd been a pirate once and sailed with Captain Kidd.

"Really?" Richie asked. "Did you ever sail with the Dread Pirate Methos?"

"Who?" Connor asked, bewildered.

A short time later Gregor, Connor and Richie came out of the ride singing "Yo, Ho, Ho, A Pirate's Life For Me!" At least they weren't singing that *other* song, Amanda thought grimly. She shuddered at the memory of a thousand ridiculous singing puppets. Then she reminded Connor that T.J. Glenn's stunt show was due to start in an hour at Disney-MGM Studios.

"I hear the Kurgan's going to help him," Methos said. "And Slan Quince is going to be scaring tourists on the backlot tour."

Gregor, Connor and Methos went to catch the bus to Disney- MGM. Amanda met up with Anne and Ceirdwyn, and the three women decided to take a trip to Pleasure Island.

"After all," Amanda said, "anyplace called Pleasure Island sounds like the perfect place for me."

Kenny and Richie made a bet on who could ride Space Mountain the most times without puking. Before he realized it, Duncan was left all alone with his kids, facing thousands of hot, cranky tourists stretched in horrendously long lines.

"Thanks a lot!" he called after his departing friends.

He took Debbie, Kip and Benjie to the riverboat, the Haunted Mansion, the restrooms for Debbie, the Tiki Tiki Room, the restrooms for Kip, the Hall of Presidents, the three p.m. Main Street Parade, and then the restrooms for Benjie's poopy diapers. Faced with one screaming baby and two other tired, sunburned children, Duncan decided to collect Richie from Space Mountain and head back to the hotel. It usually took a lot to give an Immortal a headache, but not at Disney World.

The lines around the attraction stretched all the way back to the Alien Encounter, and he saw no sign of Richie or Kenny. Using Benjie's stroller as a ram, he made it through a mass of whining children and harried adults to plop finally on a bench in the shade. Kenny and Richie came out the exit a short time later.

"Let's do it again!" Kenny grinned.

"I'm going to be sick," Richie groaned, and eased himself to the bench beside Duncan. His complexion looked green, and he had one hand pressed gingerly to his stomach.

"It was all that junk food you ate at lunch," Kenny gloated. "Those greasy hot dogs, oily French fries, barbecue ribs - "

"Stop it," Duncan said, watching Richie turn even greener.

Kenny's grin grew even more malicious. "And that ride! All the twisting and dropping, churning and swirling - "

Richie staggered to the bushes and violently threw up.

"Thanks a lot," Duncan said sourly, and moved to give Richie a handful of diaper wipes.

"I win the bet!" Kenny said.

Richie looked as if he wanted to voice an obscene opinion, but instead he threw up again.

"Sir?" a voice asked, and Duncan turned to see a young, pretty Disney executive standing a few feet away. She said, "There's a first aid station right around this corner."

Duncan gave her a charming smile. "I think we'll be all right."

Richie gripped Duncan's forearm. "I want to lay down," he said.

"I'll watch the kids," Kenny offered.

Duncan favored him with a frown. "You think I'd trust you with my children?" he asked.

Kenny shrugged. "Fine. I'm out of here. I'm going to see how many times I can get Gregor to ride the Tower of Terror before he hurls chunks too."

Richie turned back to the bushes.

The Disney executive, whose nametag read Sandra, took them down a "Cast Only" path to a secluded bungalow set beneath towering palm trees. Angela, the nurse on duty, gladly helped Richie to an exam table. She gave him water, soothed his brow with a wet cloth, and offered him a sponge bath which he politely declined.

Duncan watched in mild amusement, amazed at how women fawned over Richie. He couldn't deny that it felt good to sit still for awhile, in the cool air-conditioning, with a nice carpet for the kids to crawl on and toys from a corner box to keep them busy. Disappointed about the sponge bath, Angela offered to take the kids down to the vending machines for fruit drinks. She had no sooner left then the warning buzz of an approaching Immortal brought Duncan to his feet. He knew of no other Immortals in the park. Richie, still looking queasy, propped himself up on one elbow.

"Stay there," Duncan ordered. The Highlander looked around for a weapon but before he could find anything the door flung open and a six-foot tall Mickey Mouse lumbered into the room.

"Hi, Mickey," Richie said from the exam table.

Mickey waved. He didn't say anything - Of course not, Duncan thought, He's a mouse - but looked for a long moment at Richie, and then at Duncan. Duncan studied the black plastic eyes, the ridiculous paws, and the enormous ears. It was a good thing Methos wasn't there. Methos hated rats.

"I'm Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod," the Highlander offered suspiciously, still not at ease without a sword in hand.

Mickey reached up and took off his head. The Immortal inside was thin and gray-haired, with a thick mustache and lively eyes that twinkled merrily as he smiled at both Richie and Duncan.

"I'm Walt Disney!" he said. "So pleased to meet you!"

Richie asked, "Does this mean . . . "

"Yes, of course," the man inside Mickey Mouse said. "There can be only one Disney World!"

THE END

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P.S. Tomorrow, June 21, is Midsummer Day - Methos' birthday, according to someone's fanfic around here. Happy Birthday Methos!