As the guards start to move in, you quickly scan the crowd for a suitable scapegoat. You spot a perfect specimen just beyond a group of parents trying to stifle their children’s cries of, "Dale’s dead!" You extend your index finger and shout to the guards, "It’s him! He had the bomb! I saw the whole thing!"

The plan seems to be working perfectly. The guards give each other confused looks, but since not one of them has even the slightest investigative prowess, they proceed over to the child and begin talking to him. You can’t believe how well your asinine plan worked. Now it’s time to get while the gettin’s good. You start to push you way through the crowds and toward the exit.

The plan was working for a little while. Unfortunately, just as you come in sight of the exit, the child you accused comes stomping up to you. It turns out that it wasn’t a child that you accused, but rather it was Warwick Davis, who is at the Epcot center to shoot his new movie, Leprechaun vs. Mickey. He doesn’t look happy.

"You! Where do you get off accusing me of planting a bomb? Because of you, I had to spend ten minutes explaining to those peons that it wasn’t me, and another ten minutes signing a bunch of frigging autographs!!"

You begin by telling him that you loved that movie, Willow, but before you can finish, he chucks an acorn at you. You immediately feel your limbs stiffening and your whole body getting heavier. Before long, you’re nothing more than an ugly statue standing in front of Spaceship Earth. Warwick spits on your petrified shoes and storms back to the set.

START OVER, MADMARTIGAN!