To his amazement, the doorbell produced a voice! Mr. Potato Head was enthralled by this gadgetry and patiently waited under a door sign as he was instructed by the very nice voice in the doorbell. As Mr. Potato Head waited, he realized how warm it was outside and wiped sweat from his brow. "I do hope I don't get steamed today," he worried. That would not be a good story to call home about to the potato patch.

After a few moments, the voice invited Mr. Potato Head and company to enter. With a quick click, the door was opened and Mr. Potato Head entered a world of culinary delight! They were ushered to a beautiful table and given ornate menus. The menus were so beautiful that he insisted on getting his picture taken with one. Who knows when a potato would venture to such a wonderful place again and he wanted to prove that he had been to the place beyond the doorbell that talks! After getting his picture taken, Mr. Potato Head remembered his hunger and set to studying the menu to decide what he would eat for his first meal at the Happiest Place on Earth. As he perused the menu, he made a horrific discovery! There were mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, and many variations of POTATOES on this menu!

Mr. Potato Head was petrified and immediately bolteder from the table running as fast as his little feet would carry him. He quickly found an ornate room where he could hide in and felt much safer. As Mr. Potato Head sat there trying to figure out what to do next, he could help but chide himself for his overconfidence. Just when he felt that he could handle Disneyland with no problem, something like this happened.

Finally one of Mr. Potato Head's friends came along to assure him that he would not be a PART of lunch but was instead a guest of honor. After many questions and reassuring, Mr. Potato Head decided it would be safe to leave his hiding place and venture back to the table. So he quickly washed his hands and with the support of a friend, apologetically returned to the table.

As Mr. Potato Head returned to his table he noticed a throne along the way. Seeing as he was a humble potato with roots going back to Idaho, where no royalty has ever come from, Mr. Potato Head couldn't resist sitting on the throne for a quick photo to send home. Disneyland suddenly became even BIGGER to Mr. Potato Head as he realized that he could potentially meet royalty during his visit! What a place!

As Mr. Potato Head continued back to the table someone gave him a souvenir. Before throwing it in his compartment another quick picture was taken. As the picture was being taken, Mr. Potato Head debated eating this wonderful little gift rather than risk it melting in his compartment during the course his stay at Disneyland. It was never fun to clean up melted chocolate and his arms always ended up too short to clean his compartment effectively. The decision was decided however not by logic and instead by his stomach. His hunger having returned, Mr. Potato Head quickly ate his souvenir with a grin.

When Mr. Potato Head finally arrived back at the table he was delighted to discover that he had arrived just in time for his favorite part of the meal, dessert! All of his friends had made sure and save some specifically for him and he enthusiastically filled his stomach with what surely, he thought, must be heaven on earth... or maybe that is what Disneyland is, heaven on earth...he pondered.

Following dessert, Mr. Potato Head and company prepared to depart and see what other adventures awaited them at Disneyland. As they wandered down the hall towards the exit, Mr. Potato Head found a phone with which to call his family and assure them that everything was ok in the Magic Kingdom. As he recounted his stories to his families, he realized how groundbreaking his adventures were for a potato. He really was going where no potato had gone before. Mr. Potato Head wondered where he would go next.