As others are roasting peas, I shall do the same.
I think my sons were about eight and nine at the time. I'm not sure why I didn't have my daughter with me, but for some reason it was just the boys and I that day. We had season passes, so we went up to Paramount's Kings Dominion for the day. (This place.)

We got there and rode a few roller coasters and such and were generally having fun, when I spotted what appeared to be Lieutenant Warf standing to one side in full uniform. I stared for a moment and he smiled and boomed "Would you like a picture with me?" in a basso profundo voice.

I approached, goggle-eyed boys in tow. "Well, normally yes, but I don't have a camera with me." I inspected him closely and lowered my voice. "Damn but they did an incredible job on the costume! Your makeup is fantastic!"

He grinned, and at that moment a pair of Romulans, one male and one female, approached from behind my sons. The male put a hand on each boy's shoulder, causing them to turn and squeak in shock. I grinned and said, "Come now, boys, show the Romulan captain some respect."

The Romulan smiled faintly. "It's Commander, but thank you... I have to ask, why doesn't your government want to talk to me? Don't they realize that I have five quantum torpedoes pointed at this planet at every moment? At any time I could put in an order and render the surface uninhabitable-"

I interrupted his speech. "Whoa, Commander. Hang on. You want to know what the problem is here? You're not happy enough."

Silence.

"Come, I'll teach you to be happy!" And I began singing the "Happy Happy Joy Joy" song from Ren & Stimpy and dancing.

The twenty year old kid in his costume looked like he was having a bad acid flashback, the girl kinda backed up like she thought I was going to get violent, and the Klingon was trying very hard to choke back the giggles. The boys utterly cracked up as their father danced around a circle, pretending to butt-bump an invisible partner.

After a thorough blue-screening, the Romulan spluttered, "Stop! Now! Go away! You're evil!" and stalked off, leaving the Klingon with tears running down his face as he struggled to regain composure.

We had a great time on the roller coasters, but it was kind of anticlimactic after that.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 17 Sep 2009, 18:22, 2 replies)

YOU SICK LITTLE MONKEY!

( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 18 Sep 2009, 0:57, closed)

BAN THIS FILTH!
CAREFUL NOW!

(My sons still mention this periodically. My oldest now does similar stunts. One day he'll likely be cunted in the fuck for it.)
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 18 Sep 2009, 1:42, closed)