Contest

"Adventure Keeps Calling My Name" Contest Winner:

Congratulations Carrie O! 

This essay contest asked fellow adventurers to help in the effort to bring the club back to life by submitting an essay about what the Adventurers Club means to them. It could be about a memorable experience, a favorite cast member, or favorite show. The key was to make it personal. Each eligible entry will be forwarded to the Disney Company in an effort to show just how important the club was/is to its fans.Carrie won full admission to the ConGaloosh 2009 Event taking place in Downtown Disney September 25-27, 2009 (valued at $225).

"Always Dress for the Hunt"

ConGaloosh Competition

Congratulations to Jeffrey Carey for winning a copy of the board game "Balderdash!".  His tale had us all CRACKing up!

 Fellow adventurers, I was spelunking in the foothills of the Himalayas when I discovered a huge crevasse. I knew that in the annals of spelunking, this massive fissure, this crack in the crust of the earth had not been recorded, so it was mine to claim. Oh! If I could show you all my enormous crack! But it was not to be. I was using one of the tools of my spelunking trade and picking around inside my crack when I noticed a foul odor that could only be poisonous cave gas. Luckily I detected it, for the gas issuing from my crack was both silent and deadly. Scrambling to our escape, my Sherpa dropped his lantern, igniting the fumes behind us.



That is when I saw it – the illusive yeti, poised to strike! But then I noticed the creature was not moving. I later found from the inhabitants of this area, who atypically follow the Hindu religion as I could tell from the dots on their foreheads, indicating their belonging to a specific social group or caste. Well, as I was speaking to these caste members, they told me the yeti would sometimes stay frozen in that position for months at a time. We crept past the dormant creature, but just then the heat of the flames woke the yeti, who began to pursue me n' Earnest (Earnest was my Sherpa). The beast scooped up Earnest in its massive claw – there was no saving the man – then with the yeti's hot breath on my neck, a large section of the cave roof gave way and sealed the entrance, blocking the yeti and becoming deeply wedged in my crack. You can all imagine how annoying that was.

But I lived to tell the tale, which only goes to show, fellow adventurers, that you do not have to run faster than the yeti, you only need to run faster than your Sherpa. Kungaloosh!