The cold, uncaring expressions of the workers did nothing to help my displeasure as I found myself whisked off with freshly painted nails and secured into a salon chair. I couldn’t believe what was happening as my hair was brushed and curled. I tried to shake away but all that did was let the extensions fall around my face. Next the makeup! I had never worn any before so the sensation of having my face painted was strange and unwelcome. And with no mirror around I couldn’t even see the damage of what they did to my face!    And last but not least… the dress!    “No… no I’m a man!” I objected, as loudly as I could, which in reality was more of a slurred whimper as the either effortless secured it over me before depositing me in the purple crate.    I looked out through the door and saw the woman who had claimed me writing away and some paper. I crawled to the bars of the front of the cage.    “Please… please don’t do this.. I… I don’t want this!” I said, tears forming in my eyes 

Sam: "After you put your shoes on, we'll take you to your Mommy. She's right outside" He gets the shoes from the cubby and puts them on him. He puts his shoes on too.  Then he opens the door. 

Apparently they are not taking members. I opened up the 'Register" link, followed the instructions and did not get an answer. It seems to have fallen under the control of some rather standoffish people

Goodness, I wonder what happened to the adult baby who stored all of this. So much stuff and an obvious Disney fan 

When he gets to the bottom of the slide, he runs to the door of the play room, but he can't open it.  He grunts in frustration. He's a little cranky because he didn't finish his nap.