You enter the park. It's a blistering hot sunny day in the Ozarks. The smell of funnel cake is enticing. You see a sign. Quite an impressive sign, in fact. Big and grand and painted bright red white and blue. The American Plunge. You wait in line for half an hour to board. You settle awkwardly snug inside the little old boat and off you go! The excitement doesn't last long, however, as you sit in a dark tunnel, looking at literally nothing but glowing exit signs, for just long enough to be a little uncomfortable and dare I say... bored. At long last, you see the literal light at the end of the tunnel. Woo hoo! A tinkle of water greets you as you enter daylight. Looking around, the antiquated props have lost more than just their charm. Despite his best efforts, it appears the dog never did save that man from drowning as his head has literally been missing for years. Surely someone would have fixed that by now? As your little old boat climbs higher and higher into the sky, you start to wonder what other missing parts the park has neglected to repair on this ride. Gulp!
Seriously. It's old and dilapidated, ugly and boring. Only a shadow of its former glory. The park has neglected this summer classic for far too long. Somebody call in the Fab Five and give this ride a makeover. MTV please pimp this ride.
Seriously. It's old and dilapidated, ugly and boring. Only a shadow of its former glory. The park has neglected this summer classic for far too long. Somebody call in the Fab Five and give this ride a makeover. MTV please pimp this ride.