...of Club 33
And Club 33 doesn't seem happy to see 'em.
I think we've all been there, Club 33. Those pesky uninvited relatives show up when you're just trying to gaze out toward the Rivers of America in peace. Well chin up. If it were me, I'd try to ditch them and scamper off towards Fantasyland and lose them among the strollers and Peter Pan's Flight hopefuls. Unfortunately you seem to be bit tied down at the moment, so I suppose you'll have to just suck it up. Hang in there, pal.