Grandma’s Jurassic Joyride
Grandma’s Jurassic Joyride
It all started with a harmless trip to the museum. At least, that’s what Grandma Mabel thought it was.
Her grandson Leo had begged her for weeks to take him to the “Dino Experience” at the local adventure park. She figured it would be like one of those pop-up exhibits with a few dusty bones and a plastic raptor or two. She even packed a thermos of tea and a knitting project. You know, just in case it got boring.
But the moment they entered the park gates, Mabel knew something was off. There were warning signs, roars in the distance, and a disturbingly realistic animatronic velociraptor that snapped at a hot dog vendor. Leo was overjoyed.
“GRANDMA, THIS IS SO AWESOME!”
Mabel adjusted her glasses. “I thought this was going to be educational. You didn’t say anything about life-sized robot lizards!”
“They’re not robots, Grandma! It’s virtual-reality-assisted immersion tech! It’s just like Jurassic Park!”
“Wonderful,” she muttered. “Can we at least sit down for tea—”
Before she could finish, Leo dragged her into a motion ride titled “T-Rex Pursuit: Jeep Escape!” Mabel, thinking it was one of those slow scenic rides, climbed in without question—still clutching her knitting bag and a scone.
The doors locked with a clunk, the jeep lurched forward, and the narrator began:
“You are now entering the Raptor Zone. Please remain seated and try not to scream…”
“TRY NOT TO WHAT?!” Mabel yelped, as the jeep accelerated like a bat out of prehistory.
Suddenly, trees shook, the air filled with a guttural roar, and a massive animatronic T-Rex burst through the trees behind them, thrashing its head and stomping like it missed breakfast.
Leo screamed with delight.
Mabel screamed in horror.
Her scone went flying.
The jeep careened down the path at breakneck speed, dodging fake lava pits, ducking under giant pterodactyls on wires, and slamming through mud puddles like a wild off-road adventure.
At one point, Mabel swore she made eye contact with the T-Rex.
“I raised three kids in the ‘70s and this still isn’t the scariest thing I’ve faced!” she shouted, clinging to her seat and accidentally elbowing a control button. The windshield wipers turned on.
“GRANDMA YOU’RE DRIVING THE JEEP!”
“I AM?! I THOUGHT THAT WAS A HANDLEBAR!”
By some miracle—and mostly due to the ride’s safety protocols—they survived. The jeep skidded to a halt, and the T-Rex let out one last theatrical roar before disappearing into the fake jungle.
Covered in mud and laughing hysterically, Leo turned to his grandma. “That was the best ride EVER!”
Mabel took a deep breath, pulled a crushed scone out of her knitting bag, and said, “Next time, we’re going to a butterfly garden.”
