“That could be my job,” Amanda said, volunteering. “If no one else wants it,” she added carefully.
Everyone nodded.
“Other than that,” Philby said, swinging his backpack around and reaching inside, “I got nothin’.”
“Is anyone going to explain to me why I brought along my DS?” Charlene asked.
“The Parks all have free Wi-Fi,” Philby said, as if this answered her.
“Yeah? So?” she said.
“So I’ve set-up a D-Gamer chat room so we can IM each other,” he explained. “It’s totally secure. No one can eavesdrop.”
“A D-what?” she asked.
“D-Gamer,” he said. “Let me show you.” Philby took her DS from her and changed her settings to allow Wi-Fi access. Then he showed her how to enter D-Gamer mode. Turning on his own DS, he typed a message to her. An alert appeared on her screen and she answered it. Then he switched devices with her and sent one from her device to his.
“How totally awesome,” she said, marveling. Taking back her own DS, she sent Philby a text message:
angelface13: i never knew it could do that.
philitup: it’s a new feature, added last spring.
Finn set up his sister’s DS for Amanda. Philby had invited them all to join the private chat, and soon they were all texting back and forth.
The Dapper Dan cleared his throat to stop them, and they put their Nintendos away. He asked if they knew their way around the Park. “I’m acquainted with the layout,” Willa said, piping up. She handed out maps for each of them. “Basically there are five areas—Asia, Africa, Camp Minnie-Mickey, and DinoLand USA. These four surround a lake that holds the fifth, Discovery Island, in the middle—the Tree of Life, some food stalls, and shopping. I don’t know our plan, if we have one, but there are five of us, not counting Amanda, and five areas. Seems pretty obvious.”
“And I’ll be watching you from the Conservation Station,” said Amanda, reminding everyone.
“In terms of costumes,” Charlene said, “the best thing we could do is just dress as rangers or animal care. Either light green or dark green short-sleeve shirts and shorts. It would be best if we could get the real thing, but I don’t see how that’ll happen.”
“That will happen because I’m going to help you,” the driver said. “Cast Members are now responsible for their own uniforms. But there’s a costuming shed that used to be for outfitting everyone. Now it’s more of a storage facility and costume-repair facility, but I can get you in there.”
Finn said, “Here’s what I suggest: Willa will be a conservation ranger; Maybeck an animal-care worker; Amanda, Philby, and I stay dressed as we are. Charlene…you get the tricky one.”
“Which is?” she asked, finally looking up from the smudge.
“DeVine.”
“Thank you,” she said.
“The character,” Willa corrected. “He wasn’t giving you a compliment!”
“Who knew?” Charlene asked.
“I thought your cheerleading experience might make you a better gymnast than the rest of us. DeVine walks on huge stilts and dresses in total camouflage so that it’s almost impossible to see her. Can you use stilts?”
“I’ve used stilts before, though not real high ones.”
“These are real high,” said Willa.
“There are four complete DeVine outfits,” the driver explained. “But I’ve got to warn you: DeVine enters the Park at ten, twelve, two, and four. If two DeVines are seen in the Park at the same time, that will alert Security. So if you do this, you’ll need to hide deep within the jungle when the real DeVine is in the Park.”
They were all staring at Charlene.
“Will you do it?” Finn asked.
“What’s the costume like?” she asked the driver.
But it was Willa who answered. “It’s amazing. With the makeup, she blends into the jungle so well you can’t even see her when you’re only a few feet away.”
“There’s makeup involved?” Charlene asked. “This is so totally my thing, I can’t believe it. Of course I’ll do it.”
“Wayne wanted me to tell you,” the driver said, “that Maleficent can transform herself from human to animal. It doesn’t last long, and it exhausts her, but any animal you see in the Park could be her. He said it’s incredibly important to keep that in mind: any animal.”
“And remember about the security cameras,” Philby reminded. “The whole Park is watched. Only the washrooms are absolutely safe. No cameras.”
He yawned a massive yawn. It was contagious: each of them yawned in succession.