I remember where I was when I thought of this comic. Funny how memory works. Of course, it was shortly after the first time I saw a stall at Walt Disney World selling toy bullwhips. That makes the whole thing a bit more memorable.
As a longtime Indiana Jones fan who remembers what it was like to be a kid, I was delighted and envious. As an adult, and (at the time) a Walt Disney World cast member who was charged with helping maintain order, and often found himself having to deal with cranky kids who were Indiana Jones fans, I was less enthusiastic.
Note from Missy: the nephew in question will be old enough to drive a car next year. Hopefully, he won’t do it in the Batman mask and gloves.