"I love you, Tarzan," shouted annual passport holder, Ben, who could hardly contain his enthusiasm.

There was only one woman in an Eeyore shirt, and then, annual passport holder, Ben was next for his personal time with his dreamboat, his wanderlust, the only person, for the moment, he would be willing to settle down with, that's right, the ape-man himself, Tarzan. Annual passport holder, Ben's heart was all a flutter.

"Yoo HooOOoo," annual passport holder, Ben cooed affectionately to Tarzan.

J.J., in the 122 million dollar Tarzan costume, was busy doing his job, and doing it well. J.J. had quickly learned how the simplest of finger pressure was enough to keep the pen gliding across DVD covers and t-shirts alike. The Tarzan plush doll soaked up the ink from J.J.'s pen with ease. It took a while, but J.J. learned to let his hand go limp, and not squeeze too hard, when placing his motor driven arm around the shoulders of a guest getting their picture taken.

"Okay, J.J., very good," said cast member, Greg to J.J. over the headset built into the 122 million dollar Tarzan costume. "Now, hold out your right arm and try to make a muscle." JJ held up the right arm of the Tarzan costume just like the guy in a body building ad he once saw.

The Tarzan costume, using it's computerized sensors and transmitters, immediately took over. The biceps muscle of the miraculous Tarzan suit bulged in time to loud, bongo-drum music emanating from hidden speakers in the bamboo surrounding the stage.

"Very good, J.J. Now, hold up your left arm, too," said cast member, Greg. J.J. held up the left arm of the suit along with the right. The computer controlled muscles of the suit flexed hypnotically to the digital music.

"Very good, J.J. Very good" said cast member, Greg, who was doing a wonderful job coaching, and warning J.J., over J.J.'s headset of each new feat of magic, which the Tarzan costume was about to perform.

"Okay. The suit is going to do a triple back flip. Get ready, J.J.," said cast member, Greg.

About a third of a second later, the electro hydraulic muscles in the legs of the Tarzan costume, shot the suit backwards into the air for a perfect triple back flip, landing the costume, and J.J., nimbly back on the platform with ease.

"Gulp," said J.J. It was indeed an honor being able to wear one of the first 122 million dollar costumes. J.J. wished all the guests at the Disneyland Resort could have the opportunity to experience the Tarzan costume themselves. But not everyone is 87 lbs., and of J.J.'s stature. "Maybe the next generation, of Tarzan costumes, the Edgar II's, will be of a larger size," J.J. thought to himself.

J.J. looked around at the many happy faces of the women and children, and sighed. This is why he wanted to work for Disneyland. It wasn't the money. It wasn't the health benefits. It wasn't to make his parents proud of him by actually having a job. No, it was for this moment. This moment when reality and fantasy become one, and a bit of heaven is achieved on earth.

"I'm next Tarzan! It's your little sweetheart Ben! Me, me, me, me," shouted annual passport holder, Ben.

But, before annual passport holder, Ben could step up onto the character greeting stage, a group of giggling girls, mothers, and grandparents, walked up to the front of the line, and onto the Tarzan character greet, and meet, staging area. "Hi Amber," said one girl to the woman, who had been the one, and only, person in line in front of annual passport holder, Ben, that is, previously, before the other 32 people showed up.

"Hi, Nancy," said Amber.

"Right this way, ladies," said cast member, Wally, unhooking the rope fence allowing the large group of people to get in front of annual passport holder, Ben.

Annual passport holder, Ben, looked in horror at cast member, Wally, and started to sputter.

"Buut..t..tt...buu...bu...buttt..but," was all annual passport holder, Ben could communicate verbally for the moment.

Your Pal,
Ed

P. S. Next! Chapter 20, Ben's Dilemma!