A/N: Here's a new little fic that I came up with in a surge of inspiration. Used a different view than usual. In this, I have the haunted mansion actually a ride in Disney World, not just the Haunted Mansion. Enjoy, everyone, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Disney.

Ezra plopped himself down onto the bench seat of a boat in Small World. He needed a break from the mansion, so had decided to get his head drilled with multi-cultural children singing a mildly irritating ditty in several different languages, over, and over, and over, and over…He found it strangely comforting.

Phineus wouldn't get off his back lately. Wanted him to take some therapy or something. Like he was going to waste his valuable time talking to a puppet called 'Mr. Calm Down'. He could be using that time to sketch a giant cube of jello with a bunch of little stick figures suspended inside it. Important stuff, you know? So he decided to take a break and explore the park.

He had made his way to the Small World ride, and chose to take a nice little ride around the globe. He cackled at the Swiss yodeler, and gawked at the little can-can dancers. As he exited the ride, he began to make his way back to the mansion, when he heard a familiar voice through the crowd, humming breathily.

Turning around and scanning the mob of people milling about, he spotted Emily, the young dead bride from his very own mansion swirling around near the ride exit.

"Emily!" he called. She didn't respond. Impatient, he approached the young woman. "Emily!" he said when he was about two feet from her. She still showed no response. "EMILY!!!" she finally turned to face him.

"Oh, hello, Ezra," she sighed, "What are you doing here?" she asked, twirling her hair on her finger.

"Me? I'm just taking a break. What about you?" he replied.

"What about me?" she asked, staring dazedly over Ezra's shoulder. He followed her gaze, but saw nothing.

"Why are you here?" he asked through gritted teeth. So this was how Phineus felt all the time.

"Oh, well I just came to watch the adorable little children sing their adorable little song! It's a small world after all, it's a small world-"

"Okay! Well, are you heading back to the mansion now?" he asked, extending his hand in way that made him seem oddly like a gentleman.

"Oh, I was planning on petting a camel first…"

"Camel?" he asked. He had seen no camels here today. Except for maybe those big statues of camels outside of the Magic Carpet ride, the ones that spit water on you…

"You know, the big ones outside the Magic Carpet ride that spit on you!"

"Those are statues. Now, come on, or George'll freak." he took her arm and began to drag her back towards Liberty Square, when there came a scream from inside Small World. They spun around to see a mob of people running from the exit.

Ezra turned to Emily. She busy waving to a little sobbing boy who was clinging to his mother's hand, crying even harder at the sight of the wild, tangled hair of the dead bride. Sighing, he dragged her back into the ride to see what all the commotion was.

Inside the ride was deserted. And when they reached the Queue, they saw why. All of the children were running amuck, chewing on things, clawing at guests, screaming like banshees. It's A Small World had gone evil.