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I should certainly hope not.

I appreciate your enthusiasm for Wildwood (and parks in general). But rather than starting a thread just to see if anyone has been to Wildwood, you should use TPR's "search" function. Just click on the "search" button at the top of this page and enter "Wildwood"--then you can search all over the boards for wherever the park is mentioned. I hope this helps. Chuck

OK, this is on the list the next time I visit the area. I love this kind of crap.

^Hmm--if you develop an aversion to garlic and crucifixes, be sure to let us know. Might be joining you soon--broke a tooth at lunch today.

^Yeah, I misunderstood. I'd contact the park about the "Stay and Scream" question, then. On the Web site, it's described as an "add-on," so I think you'd be able to do it with the free ticket.

If you have a free ticket to HHN, why would you need the "Stay & Scream" package or a discount? Are there others going with you who need to buy a ticket? If I were you, I'd definitely spring for the Express Pass (esp. since I have a free ticket). Lines for the houses can get very long, and you'll definitely miss something without the pass.

Nobody really knows enough to say who is to blame for what yet. It's up to the police and maybe the courts to sort out.

I wish more U.S. parks would take the time to landscape their kiddie coasters, rather than just plunking them down on concrete slabs. A nice find, Natalie.

Haven't tried their skillet-cooked fare, but Dollywood's cinnamon bread is one of the best substances known to man.

That the part of Dumbo is going to be played by Patrick Stewart?

^Welcome to TPR. As you can see, we have had rather lively debates about this particular topic; therefore, I merged your thread with our existing B&M v. Intamin thread.

I moved this into the proper forum. Can any of you RCT3 fans help this poor lad out?

Never trust birds! Birds lie, then crap on your car! Everybody needs to relax and let events unfold.

^Just keep a weather eye open--I'm sure Universal will make an announcement soon enough.

^Guy's insightful analysis has convinced me--switch my vote to #10.

^Ice Bat probably enjoys it.

I think you have enough information for your trip now--thread locked.

Good to see that all that Minneapolis training has been put to good use.

I know that the "big boy" seats on Alpengeist (under the four diamonds in the loading station) are meant for guests with chest sizes "approaching" 52 inches. Apollo's Chariot might be the only one that gives you trouble, depending on your waist size.

So, to review, what are the two things you need to defend yourself from an aggressive cat? 1. Yarn 2. Food Yeah, you can't really defend yourself--you can only make the cat happy and hope for the best. And you heard it here first at the Angus McNasty School of Self-Defense. Good luck, meat bag! Enjoy this look at Tivoli Karolinelund. Big Grinning Death's Head says, "Peace out." Thanks for a nice evening, Karolinelund! "Hmm--I not getting anything on my EMG meter. Nope. No ghosts here." I blame the electromagnetic field generated by a supernatural entity for the blurriness of this photo. Just look at the stream of ectoplasm following them! Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Ghost Hunters on the Sci-Fi, er, SyFy Channel! Karolinelund also provided some unexpected ERT on the ghost train, too. Thank you! Hmm--this is really putting the structural integrity of the Wacky Worm to the test here. Nice paint job though--very fresh looking. "Well, it's not a Boomerang, but I guess it will be OK. Right, Dave?" Will their joy be short-lived? Yep--it's "looping," alright. Couldn't very well do anything else. You know what it's like. Old-school Boomerang, too. And now, the cleverly named "Boomerang." What happens in Karolinelund stays in Vegas. Just in case you forgot where we were going.

Let's face it, when you lack teeth and claws, you're just not going to last long in the cat world. And your world will be "Cat World" one day. It's only a matter of time. So, here's another way you can appease, er, defend yourself from your feline overlords. Lesson #2: Always carry a can of Fancy Feast. When confronted by aa gang of aggressive cats: 1. Pull can from pocket. 2. Grasp pull ring with index finger. 3. Pull ring, open can. 4. Check that ring! Make sure it's on the index finger. If so, discard it. 5. Throw can of Fancy Feast at feline attackers. 6. Run like hell the other way as they feast! Simple, isn't it? Back to Djurs Sommerland! Arr, and here be one last look at Piraten, because it does an old seadog's heart good. We drops our anchor at Karolinelund next. And here's how they hoop it in Scotland. Here's how they hoop it in England. Perhaps you guys in the net would like to be alone for a while? Me Divv. Me need little help here. Me Dave. Me pull groin muscle. Me Larry. Me swing big rope. Yep--it's another obstacle course. Yeah, it's a story I've seen a million times. Chico was on top of the world--but it was a long fall to the gutter. Dum-da-dum-dum! But, as his type always does, Chico had one fatal weakness. Banana daquiries. Even his old boss, Kong, was scared to death of Chico. Soon Chico was out of control. No one in the jungle was safe. "Hey, no one disses the Father of Montage when Chico is around!" "Aghh! Chico! I didn't mean it, man!" "Chico? Hmm--no officer. I don't know no Chico. And I don't know what happened to that, who was it, Eisenstein dude, either. Yeah, what do I care about some Russian movie director?" "Hey, Einstein! E = MC THIS!" Not even Albert Einstein, the Father of Modern Physics, is safe from Chico and his gang. "I'm on a one-way trip to hell, baby!" "You know a chimp named Chico?" "No, but we know a chump named Rico." "Don't get cute with me, gentlemen." This is Chico--a sweet, innocent-looking chimp. But behind that huggable exterior beats the heart of a sociopath. A killer. The following story is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Hello--Angus McNasty here, and I could rip your face off before you even knew I was in the room! That's why you need to defend yourself the McNasty way! Here's lesson #1: Always carry a ball of yarn. When you're confronted by a cat, just toss the yarn, allowing it to unroll. The cat will instantly become confused, then playful. Then you run like hell! Stay safe! Back to Djurs Sommerland. I think "y'all" is Danish for "Have a nice day," or something. More to come from Djurs. It's wetter waiting in line than it is riding the swings. Ride it, or the terrorists win! And it's rather "patriotic." Yes, it is a very nice Wave Swinger. Now here is a strange attraction to find in Scandinavia. Hmm--it appears we have some "colorful" locals of our own. "Hey, gringo--you got a cigarette?" . . . and colorful friendly locals. Just look at the beautiful countryside . . . Djurs will now take you back to Old Mexico. . . . and cheap credit whores. . . . Wacky Worm! Yes, the Wacky Worm. It's like Piraten for little kids . . . This is the line for the . . . I really have to review my geography. Hmm--I didn't know that the chilly Colorado flowed through Denmark.

Chapter 7: After the Deluge--Djurs Sommerland and Tivoli Karolinelund Well, I had just about all my clothes rung out by the time we rolled on to our next two parks. My sweatshirt required a whole extra day to finish drying, though. At least we didn't have to dress like Klansman or Druids when we visited Djurs Sommerlund. Djurs was one of the most anticipated parks of the tour. Like Farup, it's has the vibe of an enormous summer camp, complete with elaborate playgrounds, plenty of chances for bodily injury, and three well-themed areas: to the Wild West (what, again?), the jungles of Africa, and, aye, pirates. And how many summer camps come with Intamin goodness? The park has only three coasters, but one is plenty when it's . . . Piraten--This is the first Intamin megalite I've ever ridden, and it delivers nearly as much of a punch as its larger cousins, like Expedition GeForce. Arr, thar be plenty of airtime despite yer being lashed to the rigging like yer ridin' out a typhoon! And he who don't fancy the pyrate themein' be a poor excuse fer a lubber, sez I! [Pirate Mode disengaged.] Thor's Hammer--This is a slighly disappointing Gerstlauer Bobsled. It just isn't in the same league as Tripsdrill's, but the station is nicely themed, if you're into big, hairy guys with hammers. Karlo's Taxi--It's a Wacky Worm. Karlo must be some sort of freak. The flume and rapids rides are pretty good (nicely themed), and Chico and Poachers is a very odd combination of Disney's Jungle Cruise and Phantasialand's Hollywood Tour. Tivoli Karolinelund is another small, urban park--more of a credit stop, actually. But it seems to have a good local following (a bunch of high-school jazz bands were performing while we were there), and it makes for nice evening out. There's a good dark ride and interesting selection of flats, but the coasters aren't particularly special: Boomerang--The name says it all--standard-issue Vekoma (not the best, not the worst). Looping TL59--This was probably the roughest Pinfari of the trip. Caterpillar--Once again, it's our old friend the Wacky Worm. The TPR takeover of this thing was actually pretty hilarious. Here's a look at an enjoyable, dry day. What are you gawkin' at? Get that craft shipshape! We sails with the tide! More to come from Djurs Sommerlund. So, the ERT be over. Aye, and fine ERT it were! Thankee, Djurs! Avast! The park be open now! Blast! Did they not see me quotation marks? I'd a given the lubbers full credit! Draw yer cutlasses, lads! Time to teach 'em a wee bit about "fair use"! Arr! Ruddy Disney lawyers! Laid a cease-and-desist order on my pirate talk, they did! "Aye, it be too late to alter course now, mates . . ." Fire as yer guns bear! Pirates say "Ar-r-r-r-r!" And remember, pirates don't say "whe-e-e-e-e!" Hoist high the Jolly Roger! Are ye lashed in good and tight, lad? Thar be rough water ahead! Dead men smell no snails! Avast, that don't sound quite right, even though dead men can't smell. Well, they do smell, but they can't smell, if ye takes my meaning, matey. "Arr! Love, excitin' and new!/Come on board! It be expectin' you!/The Love Boat . . . arr!" "I see your hunger for a fortune/Could be better served beneath my flag . . ." Arr! Belay that Emerson, Lake, and Palmer bilge! This be Piraten! Crash! Of thunder. 'Cause it's Thor's ride. Boom! And with the Thunder God's blessing, ERT began. Yeah. Nice landscaping. Nice place ya got here, Mr. Thor. "From the rainbow Bridge of Asgaard! Where the booming heavens roar! You'll behold in breathless wonder, the God of Thunder, Mighty Thor!" Everybody sing it! Excelsior! Behold the Sacred Inverted Hidden Mickey of Thor! "THOR! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT LEAVING YOUR FREAKIN' HAMMER JUST ANY OLD PLACE!" Hey, here's another chance to get hammered, folks! "Hmm--now where is that Wacky Worm?" Everyone nice and dry? (Not to mention sober?) Ah, that's better! And now, a word from our sponsor. "Let's face it--once you take away your guns, knives, clubs, and vacuum cleaners, you nearly hairless bipeds are no match for your average housecat! Ya got no teeth! Ya got no claws! And ya couldn't outrun or outjump your average Basset hound! That's why you need the Angus McNasty School of Self-Defense! Are you ready to get as McNasty as you can be?"

Ah, memories of '06! Big Mike feeding a hotdog to a duck at Lightwater. Everybody else trying to choke down the "mystery meat" burgers. My right arm going numb after it slammed into the side of the train during the Ultimate's brutal second half. The pure weirdness (and fun) of the Rat Ride and the Toad Hole. Is Toad Hole even there anymore?

Same here--never noticed the Funland sign before.