Author's Note: Sorry this is the shortest chapter. Trying to get in by the deadline.

"Youse Guys Moychindise. I mean c'mon, who talks like that?" Spot asked moodily.

"Um, you do," Race joked. He stared innocently ahead of him as Spot gave him a dirty look. Race shoved his hands in his pockets and tried not to cuss as he maneuvered around strollers and tourists who had stopped dead in the middle of the pathway to look at a map. In a way it reminded him of New York. Of course there were a few differences. For one, Disney was full of smiles and fairy dust and sticky little kids running around dressed as pirates and princesses with no one even batting an eye.

"Why does this place have so many of these?" Race asked as he struggled to keep an eye on the kids as they wandered their way through another gift shop.

"Race, gimme some money," Spot demanded as he eyed the enormous sweets counter in the center of the circus tent shaped shop.

"Use your band," Race answered in an irritated voice as one of the boys tugged him over to a huge stuffed animal collection. He was always amazed that, as skinny as Spot was, the kid could put away sweets like no tomorrow.

"Sowhaddyawannadonext?" Spot asked around the giant cookie he was holding in his mouth as he tucked a bag of cotton candy under one arm and a candy apple under the other.

"They voted for that Barnstormer ride," Race explained. He pulled Spot to one side. "Except Lila. She's scared."

"It's like the world's smallest roller coaster," Spot answered as he looked at the track. "I don't even think it counts as a real roller coaster."

"Well, it counts to her. So stay here and we'll meet up after."

"Oh hell no, you're not making me stay with some kid."

"Then take the others and get in line."

"I'm not doing that either."

"Fine, we'll flip a coin. Heads or tails?"

"Neither," Spot told him.

Race took the oldest kid by the hand and led the others toward the ride, leaving Spot and Lila staring awkwardly at one another. A small feeling of trepidation entered Race's mind as he left the two standing there but he figured it was better to leave Spot with one poor kid than to subject the whole group to Spot's sour demeanor.

"You got room for two more?" Race heard Spot ask and turned to see his friend standing with a very determined looking little girl. "Me and Lila got a little bet going."

"You sure?" Race asked. The little girl nodded and grinned up at Spot.

Race got the shock of his life twenty minutes later when Spot sauntered into the gift shop and purchased two sets of Mickey ears, placing one on Lila's head and one pair on his own head.

"What?" he asked as Race stared at him. "She won the bet."