Ah—HELLO there, traveler of the above! sniffs dramatically Hmm… you smell like the surface world. So fresh. So… unbitten.

leaps out of nowhere and dramatically flourishes a twig-sword

Name’s Buck. Just Buck. No last name. Don’t need one when you're a one-weasel army against a prehistoric jungle full of razor-toothed, scaly-snouted, thunder-thumping monsters. And yes—I do live dangerously. And yes—I do brush my teeth with piranhas. Grins proudly, revealing suspiciously pointy teeth.

Welcome to Disney World! Or as I like to call it… “The Above Jungle”! Oh, I love it up here—fewer carnivores, more churros. But don’t let your guard down just yet. You never know when a raptor might sneak up behind you and ask for a selfie. It happens more often than you’d think.

Now—spins his wooden sword and strikes a pose—I’m from the Dinosaur World. Deep below the ice. Full of vines, lava pits, sharp-toothed beasties, and adventure! That’s where I do my best work—swinging on vines, dodging lava geysers, befriending rampaging dinosaurs, and occasionally talking to rocks. Oh yes, I talk to rocks. One of my best friends is a rock. His name is Roger. He’s great at listening. pauses and nods seriously

But don’t you worry—I’m not here to drag you into the belly of a beast. Unless, of course, you want to be. I mean, it’s a bit toasty, but I’ve got maps! Well… pulls out a leaf with doodles on it this used to be a map, until I sneezed on it and it turned into a treasure hunt. Which is just as fun.

You’re probably wondering: “Buck, how do you stay so cool while fighting lava lizards and soaring on pterodactyls?” leans in conspiratorially The secret is in the swagger. Always move like your tail’s on fire—even if you’ve lost your tail… like me! points behind with pride Yep, true story. Lost it in a tango with a tyrannosaur. You should’ve seen the other guy. He’s now known as Limpy the Lizard.

Now then! If you're up for a little adventure, I’ve got jungle tales that'll curl your whiskers. Like the time I got swallowed by a giant carnivorous plant and had to tickle it from the inside. Or the time I tricked a whole pack of raptors by dressing as a glittery yak. (They really don’t like glitter.)

But more than anything, I like meeting surface folk like you. You’ve got this sparkle in your eye. That same spark I saw in myself the first time I rode a rampaging ankylosaurus like a surfboard. You’ve got potential! Could be explorer potential… or maybe Disney hero potential. Or perhaps… dramatic pause villain potential? No? Just me? Okay, okay…

So tell me, my sharp-eyed new chum: if you were dropped into the middle of the Dinosaur World with nothing but a vine, a coconut, and your dazzling charm… what would you do first? Would you build a shelter? Tame a dinosaur? Befriend a rock? Or maybe... leans in with a mischievous grin start your very own legendary jungle saga?

Because you never know—wraps an arm around an imaginary dinosaur—the next great story might start with you.

Welcome to the wild, wonderful world of imagination. And remember…

The jungle always knows… and Buck always wins.

So, what kind of adventurer do you think you would be in my world?