"Oh, My," shouted cast member, Cinde. "Is that really J.J.?"

"I told you this 122 million dollar costume was something," said cast member, Greg, as proud as Walt himself.

"Why you're so handsome, J.J., my sweet," said cast member, Cinde. Cast member, Cinde took one look at J.J., in his costume, "I mean, not that you weren't handsome already. That is to say, i prefer you, without that costume, which looks like a very handsome man. Not that you aren't handsome too. That is more. I mean not more handsome than you, but as handsome as you, sorta, i mean, at least you are real, but not just because you are real. Not that i wouldn't love you if you were not real. That is to say..."

"Enough of this chit chat... we're here," said cast member, Greg. The elevator came to a stop at it's top floor, and final destination.

"Okay, cast member, J.J.," said cast member, Greg. "You know what you have to do. Are you ready?"

"I think so, cast member, Greg. Sir," said J.J. in muffled tones.

Cast member, Greg took one final glance at J.J., and saw the black, rectangular, plastic, remote control was dangling from J.J.'s waist by it's cord.

"Cast member, J.J. Your uniform isn't complete. Put away that remote control in it's hidden pouch. Immediately," commanded cast member, Greg. J.J. looked down, found the remote control, and secreted it in the hidden pocket of the suit.

"Yes sir, costume complete, sir! Cast member, Greg, sir," said J.J.

"All right then," said cast member, Greg, reaching out to shake J.J.'s hand.

J.J. reached out to shake cast member, Greg's hand. The heat from his skin instantly signaled muscle activity through the fiber optic heat sensors, triggering the coresponding electronic muscle cells in the suit's hand, to contract. Cast member, greg found his hand being squashed in J.J.'s grasp.

"Owww," shouted cast member, Greg, quickly pulling his hand out of J.J.'s vise like grip. "The costume still needs a little calibrating. It will take some time. Unfortunately, time is one thing we do not have!"

Cast member, Greg reached out and pressed the button to open the elevator doors. The doors quickly opened. Cast member, Greg stepped to the side to let J.J. out, and saluted him.

"Good luck, cast member, J.J., and remember," cast member, Greg said, "it is only because of dedicated, hard working cast member's, like yourself, that disneyland can continue to exude that aura, that feeling, that....dare i say it... the magic, yes, the magic, that our guests have grown accustomed to expecting from the happiest place on earth. Of course, i'm talking about our very own place of employment, Disneyland."

"Yes, sir, cast member, Greg, sir, " said J.J.

"Oh, J.J. I'm so proud of you," said cast member, Cinde. "Good luck, my dearest."

J.J. saluted both cast member's, Greg, and Cinde, then turned, and hurried on stage, through the elevator doors, and to the rescue.

Ben Volio was a patient man. He was a patient tall man. Ben was a patient, tall man, who's back was starting to hurt.

Ben, was not just a man, he was also an annual passport holder. That's right. Ben was a premium annual passport holder, who, unfortunately, was growing impatient.

"What do you mean, you don't know? How could you not know? You've been listening to your ear piece and blabbing into that microphone for over three hours!" ben yelled at cast member, Wally, the attraction lead.

"Sir, i can only give you what information they give me, and i was told he is on his way," said the calm, but iritated cast member, Wally.

Ben had been pestering cast member, Wally all day long, and the day before that, and the day before that. "We are sorry for the inconvience," said cast member, Wally as professionally as he could to Ben.

"OH, sure, you're sorry, but look at me. Here i am spending my whole day, waiting, waiting, and still, No! He's not here. And it's Valentine's day, and i bought some chocolate pretzels, and a corn dog, and a bouquet of flowers. So, where is he?" asked annual passport holder, Ben, loudly slurping his diet sprite.

"Sir, i can only tell you...what's that?" Cast member, Wally asked into his microphone. He pressed the headset closer to his ear. "He's where? When? Now? Okay!" The attraction lead, cast member, Wally, smiled at ben. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting sir. You wanted to see him, well there he is now," cast member, Wally said, pointing up into the air at a large rope bridge.

"AAAaaaEEEaaaaEEEEEaaaaa!" hollered J.J. swinging down from the tree house and on to the rope bridge high over head.

"Gasp!" said annual passport holder, ben, dropping his corn dog, and diet sprite. "It's him! It's Tarzan!!!

" "AAAAAeeeeeAAAAeeeeAAA," bellowed J.J. into the microphone of his 122 million dollar, neuro-stimulated, computerized sensor suit, which looked more like Tarzan, than Tarzan himself.

Your pal,
Ed

Next! Chapter Eighteen, J.J. Swings Into Action!