Not one this big. Mom and Dad would take me to the state and county fairs when they came along, but y'know. The coasters in those things gotta fold up, so they dont' get too tall. [Wally crunches down the last of his popcorn and stuffs the bucket into an overflowing trash bin as they inch forward in line.

Artemis is in for the most frustrating thirty minutes of her life, because there's nothing more excruciating for a speedster than having to wait in line. Wally whines, complains, picks on Artemis, gets really annoying with that stupid stuffed monster and at one point actually lays down on the dirty, sticky ground while fake-crying about how long it's taking to get on the ride. Everyone around them is staring Wally, who doesn't notice, but they are also staring at Artemis like 'would you control that thing please']