A day at King's Island

Part 27

The four of them stood under the Eiffel Tower and looked up at it.

"Question..." Mick said. "What possessed them to build a replica of the Eiffel Tower here? Were they so impressed by the real thing, they just had to have their own?"

"Well...They'd have to have something that defined the park. You know, like the castles define the magic kingdoms." Lindsey said.

"Yeah, but...The Eiffel Tower?" Mick replied, looking at him. "Couldn't they have picked some structure that was Hanna-Barbara-ish since that's the whole theme of this park?"

Lindsey shrugged.

"Like what? A smurf house?" he said. "That's the only Hanna-Barbara-ish structure I can think of and I don't think anyone will be able to see it from the interstate."

"You got a point..." Mick agreed.

He sighed and motioned towards the others.

"Come on, kiddies. I'm eager to get up there. Especially since they've generously supplied us with an elevator."

"Aaaah!"

Everyone turned and looked at Stevie who was staring at her arm with a disgusted look on her face.

"What, Steves?"

"Someone just spit off this thing and it landed on my arm!" Stevie said, angrily.

"Okay, elevator now! I don't want loogies landing on my bald spot!" Mick said, as they all ran towards the elevator.

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"First floor...men's wear, sports equipment and people who spit hockers off replicas of famous French monuments." Lindsey said, as they got off on the first level.

"Speaking of...where is that bastard that did that to me?" Stevie asked, looking around.

Lindsey rolled his eyes.

"Stevie, forget about it. You aren't the first person people have done it to and you won't be the last...Just relax and enjoy the view." He said.

"I'm sorry, but my wet arm is preventing me from doing that." Stevie replied.

Lindsey sighed.

"Then, go and spit a loogie of your own if it makes you feel any better!" he said, gesturing to the rail.

Stevie's mouth dropped open.

"I know, I know...HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST SUCH A THING, LINDSEY BUCKINGHAM? I AM A CULTURED HIGH-BORN LADY NOT A BOORISH PIG LIKE YOU!" Lindsey said, imitating her voice.

Stevie stared at him for a moment and then, began to giggle.

"Truer words were never spoken..." she said, patting him on the shoulder.

Lindsey snorted softly as he followed her to the rail. They leaned up against it and stared at the scenery.

"The real thing has a much better view..." Stevie said, looking out.

"Oh I don't know, looking at screaming people going down roller coasters has its charm too." Lindsey said.

"I prefer the streets of Paris myself...I..."

Lindsey frowned as Stevie suddenly stopped talking. He looked over and noticed she was turned around and craning her neck up. He turned around and did the same.

"What?" he asked.

"I just got spit on again." Stevie said, angrily as she looked up at the second level. "And if I see who did it, I'm gonna go up there and rip their lips off."