There's a place in the Santa Clarita Valley called Scooter's Jungle...

and if you are/own a five year old in the Greater Los Angeles Area, you know about this.

This was the first time he saw his mother from behind bars (net), and a primordial anxiety manifested across his sweet little face.

Pondering the Jump-Jump and the concept of weightlessness.

Of course how do you begin to comprehend jumping when you've enjoyed an exclusively zero gravity atmosphere your entire existence thus far?

Then it was time to leave and Banjo decided he was not ready to go.

The Scooter's staff members said this happens all the time.

 

 After five minutes pass with no progress toward the door made, the Scooter's Staff retrieve the tazer pops from the emergency kit at the front desk and bring them up the four floors of the Jungle Cage to be administered orally.