The most beguiling revelation she unfurled was the cunning scheme of Disney's drummers, peddling their exclusive wares at yonder attraction.

Suppose you're an average Joe, sauntering over to their contraption of a website to enlist, they'll dangle a mere handful of package choices before your eyes. Yet, upon setting foot in the place, lo and behold, a slew of secret trimmings emerge, such as supping at the captain's board—a privilege whispered only to the swells and the big bugs through missives and bulletins. And should you find yourself within the confines of the attraction, these choice bits are listed, but alas, spoken for in their entirety.

I reckon the whole shebang was but a trial balloon, a fleeting fancy to gauge the depths of the pockets of the moneyed gentry, all the while keeping the common herd corralled in the same pen.