She took note of everything Eddie said, then used her radio to relay the Missing Child information to other cast members. About this tall," he motioned, "brown, curly hair. "I've lost my son," he told her, his heart racing. He was a failure as a parent.Įventually, a cast member approached him to see what was wrong. He shouldn't have brought Christopher out here in some stupid macho 'fuck you' statement to his parents-and some half-baked attempt to run into Shannon 'on accident.' Now, because he was stupid, his son was in danger. He should have just left Christopher with them in Texas. Had Eddie let his son get kidnapped on their first outing together? His parents were right. Had he been kidnapped, not just wandered off? Maybe he'd gone back there?Įxcept he wasn't there. He was just tall enough but Eddie had hesitated to let him go on it-too worried about hurting him on their first outing together alone. Christopher had liked the look of that one. He'd gone as far as Adorable Snowman Frosted Treats, then turned and tried the path to Pacific Wharf, then did a one-eighty and headed back toward Grizzly River Run. Eddie left the pretzels on the planter as he rushed to find his son. No sign of him, and the people walking by either ignored him or shrugged and said they hadn't seen him. In a mock serious tone, Christopher leaned forward over Buck's head just enough to see his eyes and said, "Edmundo."Įddie had stood in line for pretzels while Christopher sat on the edge of a planter, but when he had paid and returned to that spot, Christopher was gone. Surely you'll be able to see your dad from that high."Īnd if they headed toward a Baby Care Center as they looked, all the better.Īfter getting Christopher situated on his shoulders-so smoothly that Christopher gasped in delight and asked if he had super strength-Buck smiled and asked, "Alright then, Chris. It'll be like you're in a tower back at my palace. "If I lift you onto my shoulders, you'll be able to see all around the park. When Christopher only gave him a bemused expression, Buck explained. "Maybe we can't see your dad because we're too close to the ground," he suggested conspiratorially. How far had Christopher wandered? Buck rubbed at his chin in thought, then perked up and smiled at Christopher again. No one looked frantic, nor were casting their gazes about as if searching for a lost child. Humming, Buck glanced around at the people walking around near them. "I wandered off, even though…I'm not s'posed to. "I lost my dad," he admitted, looking at the ground. The humor left Christopher's face in an instant, and it was like a cloud had covered the sky. "You…seem like maybe you need a little help yourself. "She needed help during those first few days," Buck continued, voice gentle. He said it with a teasing lilt and got an amused little smile from Christopher in return. Why, she couldn't find the palace bathrooms any more than the stables." "When Ariel first arrived on land, she didn't know where she was. "Christopher," Buck breathed out, smiling warmly. With another sniffle and wipe of his face, the little boy reached out to shake. "Whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?" "Where are my manners? My name is Prince Eric." He held out a hand in the most princely way he could.
"You're so cute! In fact, you remind me of my dear Ariel." Then Buck paused, let out a small gasp, and lightly hit himself in the forehead. The boy's frown was now confused, rather than sad. Buck couldn't claim he knew too much about that, but he knew the basics. I saw you here, looking like Ursula herself had just transformed you and left you alone to learn of the human world by yourself."Ī twitch at the edge of the boy's mouth hinted at a smile, but then the tears and the frown won. "Why, it's as if you suddenly appeared from a dream I had.
He rubbed his hand and arm across his face to wipe away tears and snot. Sniffling, the little boy looked up, squinting in the sun to get a good look at Buck in his Prince Eric outfit. "Excuse me," Buck said as he approached, a curious tone to his voice. Cer- Cerrrrrrreeebral Palsy! That was what those guys, Wampler and Traylor, who climbed mountains in Colorado and California had. Crutches laid on the ground by his legs, but he didn't look injured.īuck had heard of that disorder. He sat against the side of the Little Mermaid: Ariel's Undersea Adventure building, partly hidden by the bushes cut into four-foot-tall swirls. Glasses held to his face with a red cord, curly dirty blond hair, striped red and white shirt and khaki shorts. The child was about six or seven years old. There is a child crying in the middle of Disneyland.īuck pulled on his belt, making sure his costume was in perfect order, ran a hand gently over his coiffed black hair, and sauntered over.
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