| | Not fearing the Reaper in Anaheim | |
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| | | | Charlotte, Doug, and Nana | |
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| | | Same, with a banana for some reason | |
| | | Which one's not like the others? | |
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| | Nice place to visit ... and live | |
| | | Didn't quite keep up with the grooming | |
| | | Disney's "natural rock formation" | |
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| | | Rides at California Adventure | |
| | | The first of many long lines | |
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| | Christina prepares to ride | |
| | | | Nana feeds the birds, tuppence a bag | |
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| | | Their backyard, the lucky sonofaguns. | |
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| | | | Christina and her likeness | |
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| | | | It's a small world, after all. | |
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| | The ride was better when it was alive | |
| | | | It's all about the shadows | |
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| | Christina and the Hollywood sign | |
| | | Those ruby slippers were a size 2 | |
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| | Fits perfectly, wouldn't ya know. | |
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| | Actually, I'm doing the Bat-tussi | |
| | | Doug gets it at Knott's Berry Farms | |
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| | Christina liked this sign | |
| | | Nana, her cousin, and Doug | |
| | | Insanely wet ride, part I | |
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| | Insanely wet ride, the landing | |
| | | 0 to 82 mph in 2.3 seconds. Wow. | |
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