I has a lot of fun with this chapter. I hope you like it!

"This line is so long!" Emma complained.

And it was true. She and Mary Margaret had been waiting in line for over an hour. They were still only about half way through the line.

"What if we're late for dinner? I was really looking forward to taking Gold's picture with the Beast!"

"Relax Emma, we have over four hours till our reservation," Mary Margaret responded calmly.

"Fine, but if we're late, I'm blaming you," Emma said.

"What? Why? This was your idea!"

"No way, this has Mary Margaret written all over it."

"Remember, I wanted to go on the Tower of Terror again, but no one wanted to come with me. So I agreed to come with you on this ride."

Emma was about to respond, but then realized her mother was right. She sighed, and admitted that she was wrong.

"Finally! That wait was longer than the Tower of Terror," Emma complained. "I thought we were gonna be late for dinner."

"It wasn't that long," Mary Margaret responded.

Emma looked at her mother in disbelief. "Seriously, we were waiting for like two hours. Everyone else is probably in the Magic Kingdom by now."

"Just put on your glasses."

Emma stuck out her tongue, shot Mary Margaret an annoyed look, and then said teasingly, "Yes, Mother."

"You won't be so snarky when I cream you," Mary Margaret teased.

"Is that trash talk I'm hearing? Well, with that kind of attitude, of course you're going to lose."

"Okay, here we go!" Emma squealed.

Mary Margaret held out her hand for a high five, "Let's do this."

"Howdy partner, welcome to the practice game!" Woody said from a screen. "Hit the targets!"

The targets were big, and Emma and Mary Margaret both shot with pretty decent accuracy. They finished the practice game, and their cart swung over to the first round. Farm animals appeared on screen with targets attached to their backs. Their ammo for the round: eggs.

"DIE PIGGIES!" Emma screamed.

Emma aimed at the pigs and the ducks, who were the biggest and worth the least points, while Mary Margaret aimed for the tiny birds in the top corner.

"Hurry hurry, this game's almost over!" said Mr. Potato Head. "3... 2... 1... Times up!"

"No fair, I didn't get to kill all of the pigs," Emma said.

For the next round, they shot at balloons with darts of their respective colours. On the screen, darts were flying everywhere. Emma and Mary Margaret each hit their fair share of balloons, though they missed quite a bit too.

The round after, Emma and Mary Margaret were tasked with breaking plates.

"Emma, the goal is to hit the plates," Mary Margaret said to her daughter, while still trying to concentrate on hitting some plates herself.

"I am. You're the one who's missing everything," Emma shot back.

"No, you're the yellow rocks, I'm green ones."

"Oh shit. I thought I was you!" Emma said panicking as she attempted to regain all of the points she lost.

But she was not quick enough, and the ride once again moved them to the next round: The ring toss.

After the ring toss, they moved onto an old west shoot out.

"Why is this round so much harder than the others?" Emma exclaimed.

"It's all in the wrist," Mary Margaret said cooly.

"What kind of advice is that? This has nothing to do with my wrist!"

"Well, I can't help you too much or you might win."

"Oh, now it's on!"

"It's your last game! Shoot as fast as you can!"

"I'm trying, but my hand is so exhausted!" Emma yelled at the ride.

"There is no try, there is only do!" Mary Margaret replied.

"Seriously? That's not even the quote!"

"3... 2... 1... Wowee! Time is up!"

Emma and Mary Margaret let out sighs of relief, and relaxed.

"Let's look at the scores!"

"WHAT? How did you catch up?" Mary Margaret asked sceptically. "I was way ahead!"

"I told you I was going to win! YES! I am so bragging to everyone about this!"

Did you have as much fun reading that as I did writing it? I hope so.