One woman walking to her car told us that she had almost hit a pedestrian on the way into the parking lot because she was so busy watching us be puppets. We asked her if she would give the puppet a hug (and the puppeteer raised the puppets arms right on cue!) but she politely declined. Come on, lady! Puppets gotta hug.

I was lucky to be the one to break free at the end, and as I rounded the corner there was a previous onlooker who had left and was getting into her car. She shouted from her car, “You’re free!!” and I smiled a mile wide with the wind at my face and sidewalk speeding along under my feet.

Then my trailing ropes and crossbar got caught on a jealous street post and it nearly yanked me onto my back, a staggering reminder of the many inanimate objects that Disney has neglected to personify over the years.