The usual street-strolling formation: the stroller in front, Rachel behind.
Not long after entering, they saw enormous portraits of the two presidential candidates hanging on either side of the road. Winning over these middle-class families with children was an important measure for presidential candidates. They were the backbone of the voting population; whoever won them over gained another edge.
Little Franklin looked at Baldy's campaign slogan as if she wanted to say something, but the knowledge in her mind had yet to reach that level. She could only purse her lips and drive away.
"I know this man. Godfather said he's one of his few friends." Wanda pointed at Baldy's huge portrait, with its face full of righteous dignity.
The godfather she spoke of was Doctor Doom, the dictator of Latveria.
Little Franklin gave an oh. In an instant, she thought of many questions and decided to go back and ask Baldy later. Today, she did not want to think about book knowledge. She wanted to have a proper day of fun!
It was not the weekend, so Disneyland did not have many visitors. Still, children as young as them were truly rare.
Four babies clutching bottles and a young girl who looked under eighteen—they were like tempting cakes, impossible to miss.
"See? This place is way worse than Washington." Rachel complained unhappily.
Several furtive men followed them from afar. Even when she took a pistol from her bag to intimidate them, it did not work.
"I'll do it... I'll do it!" Nebula finally had a chance to show off her skills. She extended her fair little fingers and lightly flicked at the men following behind them.
A series of sharp whooshes tore through the air, and all seven men were flung into the trees without any ability to resist.