You lock eyes with the uniformed Disney folk one by one, preparing yourself for the brawl of a lifetime. Shrieking "Put it on SPEAKERPHONE, Redford!", which doesn't really mean anything but sounds pretty intimidating, you launch yourself into the air (an impressive twelve inches, to be precise) and enter a fighting stance. Obviously not prepared to deal with this, the Disnoids fall back. That's when you hear a mysterious whistle somewhere nearby. In response, the crowd before you parts to show a cadre of mysterious, shadowy figures.

And before you can do so much as blink, you're chopped to bits.