Everyone who goes to that park knows that it’s a pirate-ship plank.

Everyone.

Or at least they did until today.

The boys were lined up. Spiderman in front, with DorkySon second, and Lightning McQueen bringing up the rear.

They stood patiently, waiting their turn, assuming their fiercest, most swashbuckling pose, and then launching themselves along the plank, crashing to the sand below with a bellow.

But today there was a problem. Continue reading →