Friday, January 29, 2016

Artwork by Nia H. 
By: Edie W.
Almost everyone like Girl Scout cookies; from chocolaty Thin Mints to peanut butter Do-Si-Do’s, there’s something for everyone. Unfortunately, despite the deliciousness of Girl Scout Cookies, there is one fatal drawback: They’re only available from February to April. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on which way you think of it), many companies have cookies on the market that are similar to Girl Scout Cookies. This is fabulous if you’re someone that requires a constant cookie fix, as these “knock-off” cookies are available year round. However, how do these cookies really stack up to actual Girl Scout Cookies? 
Through research, I discovered that the Keebler Company is owned in part by the same company that makes Girl Scout Cookies. Maybe this is the reason that many of their cookies are similar to Girl Scout Cookies? I asked around, and found three of Keebler cookies that are similar to Girl Scout Cookies: Grasshoppers, Coconut Caramels, and Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookies.
Grasshoppers are cookies that are similar to Thin Mints. They both feature a chocolaty cookie with a mint filling, and both are around the same size. However, I talked to many people, and a general consensus was reached that the two cookies are distinctly different, as Thin Mints taste more minty, while Grasshoppers taste chocolatier. Still, many people could not find a difference between the two.
There was an even bigger rift between opinions about the Coconut Caramels and Samoas. As with the Grasshoppers and Thin Mints, the cookies have many definite differences, and they don’t taste as similar as they look. According to a group of Girl Scout Leaders, while Coconut Caramels are good, they don’t stack up with Samoas, and are far more caramel based as opposed to coconut. However, if you are a fan of caramel, then the Coconut Caramels may be one to try!
Finally, there was apparently no competition between Keebler’s Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookies and Tagalongs. While Tagalongs feature a shortbread cookie with peanut butter and chocolate, the Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookies are much more like a chocolate bar than a cookie. While both have the same general flavor, one is definitely more of a cookie than candy.
While each of these brands are definitely similar, I can definitely say that none of them are exactly the same as the Girl Scout Cookie counterpart. They do have many of the same aspects, but nearly every person that I asked about the subject has said that Girl Scout Cookies are superior. Still, it’s all up to the person trying the cookies, and there’s no doubt that while the “knock-off” Girl Scout Cookies aren’t exactly the same, they’re still very similar!
A Story Told in Many Parts
Written by: Lillabeth B.

The Lady Hermione Everlark brushed a rebellious lock of hair out of her eyes and watch the clouds pass by. The window was concave, and it faced away from her, so if she stood right in front of the glass it seemed as though she was floating in front of the airship, at one with the clouds. And if she took a step to the right she could see right wing of the ship, it’s hinges allowing it to move up and down, curving in the center, making it seem alive. The Crowned Tawny was a mechanical owl, modeled after a tawny owl. While in flight the Tawny flew with her belly facing the ground, the small bronze and iron feathers fluttering in the wind.
            Right now, Hermione was in her bedroom, situated behind the Tawny’s left eye. The walls were painted a dark olive green, and the deep red carpeting was course to the touch and decorated with portraits of unpleasant looking old women and ornate mirrors.
            She turned to look at the small painting on the marble table beside her. It showed a tall, willowy woman gazing out a towering window. In the painting, the window was on the opposite side of the room so only her back could be seen; her back, and dark dreadlocks tumbling down her back, with a wire or beads braided into them. A ratty scarf had been messily tied in a bow to be used as a headband, but the locks would not be contained, and shorter curls spilled forward. She wore a simple white dress, with embroidered flowers and lace at the collar and the ends of the short sleeves. The dress’ train trailed behind her, obscuring her feet but revealing her bare toes. The lady evoked a feeling of mystique and fantasy.
            Lady Everlark fell back into the mahogany couch situated behind her. The couch’s bright red plush cushioned her fall. She scooped up the painting and held it in front of her face, staring intently at the woman. The lady in the painting was her mother, Duchess Harriet Everlark, who had disappeared the day of Hermione’s first birthday.
            She brushed the back of her mother’s head in the painting with her thumb. Some of the paint had begun to wear away from this habit. The Duke of Brightbrook, Lady Everlark’s father, also known as Duke Francis Everlark, had refused to reveal any information whatsoever about Duchess Everlark for as long as Hermione could remember. Some of her earliest memories were of her questions to Duke Francis Everlark about her mother, and her father’s refusal to reveal any details.
            Even the painting wasn’t a gift from her father. The portrait had been on the table when Lady Everlark first arrived on the ship. Hermione hadn’t told her father about the portrait, and so whether or not he had placed it there remained a mystery to her.
            She was drawn from her daze by a knock on the door. Hermione shot up, pulled down her skirt, and hurried over to her bedside table, where she opened a drawer and delicately placed the painting inside before closing it and shouting in her most ladylike and dainty voice, “Enter!”
            The door swung open and hit the wall with a bang, and standing in the doorway looking sheepish was Madeline Hinny. As flustered as ever, Madeline wore a sepia dress with the long sleeves pushed up over her shoulders, and an apron that was probably white to begin with, but was now covered with so many stains, blotches, splatters, and smudges that the original color was all but lost. Around her waist was a lopsided belt with several pouches and pockets. Her stockings were folded down, and her worn leather shoes were falling apart at the seams. Her hands had spots of soot all over them, and her pug nose was almost completely black. And her   wild caramel colored hair was tossed messily into a bun.
            “My apologies for the noise, miss,” Ms. Hinny said quickly in her usual cockney accent, “as well as for my state.” She stumbled into the room, the silver lidded serving dish in her hand swaying dangerously, and as Lady Everlark walked forward she held out a hand to steady it, and another to steady Madeline. The serving maid grabbed Hermione’s wrist eagerly and took a deep breath.
            “My apologies once more, milady.” The Lady smiled widely. “My dear Ms. Hinny, if I had a pound for each of your apologies, I’d have riches to rival my father’s!” As the girl smiled and her face turned beet red, Hermione released Madeline Hinny’s hand and placed it beneath the tray, using both her hands hoisted the tray away from Ms. Hinny and placed it on the table where the painting had been. Madeline followed her to the table, and with a flourish, Hermione took the handle of the lid in hand removed it, and sat it beside the dish. “Your midnight refreshment, milady,” the girl told the Lady.
            And what a dish it was! A tall, white teapot sat in the center, with beautiful brass handle with copper designs set into it. Painted onto the china was a dreamy portrayal of a dashing young man in a blue coat and white boots and a beautiful woman in a purple frock, with their arms intertwined. The two teacups, the sugar jar, and the cream pitcher were all from the same pattern. On a marble slab were four sandwich cakes and five crumpets.
            Lady Everlark took a sandwich cake between her forefinger and thumb and studied it. The cream between the two cakes was a light yellow, and powdered sugar had been sprinkled over the top. “What kind of filling is in these sandwich cakes?” she asked.
“Lemon curd and vanilla bean buttercream, milady,” Ms. Hinny answered. The Lady closed her eyes and took a bite. The zesty lemon and the creamy vanilla intertwined to create a stunning masterpiece.
            “And the cook, your father, he made these?” Hermione turned to see that Madeline was quite tense, her hands folded in front of her, her shoulders scrunched toward her neck, her cheeks bright red. “Well, no, miss…I did.” Hermione placed the cake on the tray, and took Madeline’s shoulders, shaking them. “Ms. Hinny, these cakes are superb! I didn’t know you could cook like this!” Her pride shone through her smile, and she said,
“Please, milady, call me Maddie.”
“Then, Maddie, call me Hermy.” Hermy gave Maddie a final pat and took the cake in her hand again, biting into it once again.
            “Oh, milady - I mean Hermy - I’ve got a message for you.” As the royal turned back to Maddie, she watched the serving girl stiffen and become a stately royal messenger before her eyes. “His Highness, the Duke Francis Everlark of the kingdom of Brightbrook, commands that you report to his study at a half hour following the stroke of midnight, and asks that her Highness, the Lady Hermione Everlark of the kingdom of Brightbrook, not be a moment late.” The girl relaxed once more.
            Hermy laughed. “There’s no need to be so proper,” she commented as she groped in her side pocket for her pocket watch. Her expression changed to one of worry as she gazed at the shining face of the polished silver instrument. “Good heavens, it is five minutes to twelve-thirty! I ought to hurry.” Lady Everlark placed the watch back in its silken pocket, gathered her skirt, and headed towards the door at a fast pace.
            But as she reached the Oak door, she turned back to her room. “Maddie, how did you know I would be awake for a snack? Did Father tell you?” Maddie smiled and curtsied low.
“Well, Hermy, I knew because it was a habit of your mother’s-” She stopped herself too late. “I shouldn’t have told you that.” Hermy’s mind swirled with confusion. First the painting, then Maddie, how were there so many traces of her mother here when she’d found none in her own kingdom? But the Duke would be cross with her if she were late.
“I have to go; we’ll talk later!” Hermione gave a hurried curtsey and dashed from the room.
            The corridor was made purely of iron with no windows, no flooring. The Tawny was a large, luxury airship, but an airship all the same, and everything, outside of rooms for wealthy passengers, was streamlined and practical. The hallway was small to the point of causing claustrophobia but it was circular so as to be more aerodynamic and take up less space.
            Hermy knew so much about the ship because she had read all she could find on it for months on end before leaving. She had never been on an airship before, but her father often did, visiting other countries and kingdoms. He was the King of Southbay’s diplomat, and was responsible for keeping peace between the kingdoms and helping the King in his international affairs. Hermy often accompanied her father, sometimes to avoid the cost of a nanny and sometimes to become a conversation piece for her father. Now Duke Everlark had logged lots of miles in the air but if it was possible he would find some way to avoid flying, be it by train, by boat, or by carriage. Hermy almost never accompanied her father on a flight. Regardless, she’d been to many places and met many people.
            She’d met the King a few times as well. In fact, the Tawny was headed to Glassden, the capitol of Southbay, for the soul purpose of the Duke and Lady Everlark’s visit with the King. This wasn’t a diplomatic visit however, but a friendly one. King Rona and Duke Everlark were very close friends, and the King looked upon Hermione as a darling granddaughter; which was because she was indeed the King’s great-granddaughter.
            The halls of the Tawny twisted and turned quite a bit, but she arrived at the grand mahogany double doors to her father’s study two minutes early. Grand mirrors were situated on either side of the doors, so Hermy stopped a moment to catch her breath and touch up her appearance.
            Her long dark locks were in several long braids, which she’d wrapped around each other and twisted into a heavy bun early in the morning before she’d left for the flight. However, some curls had escaped their braid prison and were hanging around her ears. It was attractive, so Hermy let them be.
            She wore a simple dress tonight, the torso a dark green with a square neckline and a lace border. The lace fringed her short sleeves as well, and five green canvas buttons were sewn down the front. Hermy arranged the white layered fabric over her hoop skirt, and pulled two curtains of matching green fabric over it so that a small triangle was visible down the center. She retied her green sash in a bow around her waist, arranged herself in front of the door, took a deep breath, and knocked curtly four times.
            A call of, “Enter!” resounded through the hall, and the double doors opened. And so, drawing herself up, the Lady Hermione Harriet Francis Everlark stepped inside the room.

To find out what Duke Everlark had to say to Hermy, visit for part 2, Radical Adventures on March 1, 2016.
By: Joyce S.

This personality quiz consists of 10 questions, so grab a piece of paper and write down the letter answers to the questions as you go along. And remember, this is for fun!!

1) How would you describe your friends?
A: I am friends with a lot of people; I don’t really have just one certain group.
B: I have a few groups of friends, but they don’t really blend much.
C: I have one group of close friends.

2) Do you make friends easily?
A: Yes, I can talk to people easily.
B: Yes, but I usually don’t introduce myself first.
C: Not really.

3) What do you do when you’re bored?
A: I try to hang out with friends or go somewhere with my family. I don’t like being bored.
B: I usually either hang out with friends or just relax.
C: I watch TV or listen to music; I don’t like to go out all the time.

4) Are you a talker?
A: Kinda. I need to listen more.
B: I think I have a good balance between talking and listening.
C: No, not at all, but I’m a really good listener.

5) Do you feel comfortable trying new things?
A: Definitely! It’s exciting!
B: Sorta, it depends on what it is.
C: No, not really. I like my comfort zone, hence the comfort part.

6) Are you the type of person who would introduce yourself to the new kid?
A: Definitely, everyone could use a friend.
B: I probably wouldn’t say “hi” first, but I would talk to them when I had the chance.
C: No, I think it would be kind of awkward.

7) Do you tend to open up to people the more you get to know them?
A: Not really, I’m kind of already an open book.
B: Yeah, the more I get to know someone, the more comfortable I am around him or her.
C: Yes, but it takes me a while to really open up.

8) Do you like to travel?
A: Yeah! It’s so interesting to see different places!
B: Yes, but sometimes it’s nice to just stay home.
C: I prefer staying home.

9) Are you observant?
A: No, not really, I kind of get distracted.
B: Kind of, but I should pay attention more.
C: Yes, I find observing things interesting.

10) Do you consider yourself a planner?
A: No
B: Sort of
C: Yes! I plan everything.


If you got mostly A’s you are an Extrovert! You are comfortable in social situations and enjoy meeting new people. You also like to trying new things, a lot. Extroverts aren’t always the “look before you leap” kind of people, but they enjoy jumping into things head on.

If you got mostly B’s you are an Ambivert! This means that you are both extroverted and introverted. You have a great balance between the two personalities.

If you got mostly C’s you are an Introvert! Being an introvert is a good thing. You tend to be less comfortable in social situations. You still have your own group of friends, and you are a very good planner. You are also a great listener.

Remember, no matter what your result is you have a unique personality! Extroverts, Introverts, and Ambiverts all have their positives and faults. Just always be yourself and be proud of how you are!
By: Emily B.

Setting: 1970, January 17, New Orleans

Christopher gaped at the poster, taking in the announcement that had intruded upon his life.  "The first drafting lottery held since 1943!" The words were everywhere. The radio, his high school, and on telephone poles all around town, reminding him of the reasons why he should be lying awake at night. 

"It could be me," he whispered to himself, dreading the idea. His friends had reminded him that going to war only emphasized bravery, but it was different for them. Christopher knew that deep down he wasn't brave. War was like starvation. It took the innocent, the weak, the people who dreamed of peace. He turned his head away from the advertisement, adjusted his school bag on his shoulders, and kept walking. 

The afternoon rays of the Louisiana sun reflected against the windows of familiar houses, causing him to shield his eyes. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and soaked the ends of his overgrown hair. Christopher needed a real barbershop haircut. He wanted one, but war times were pressing and all the family money went towards food. 

Food. Just the thought of it made Christopher's stomach rumble. He stuck his hands into his pocket and felt for spare change, not that he had much of it. The cold surface of a dollar coin brushed against his fingers. He pulled the coin out of his pocket, and smiling, he flipped it with his thumb. The sun reflected off of it radiantly as it fell into his palm. 

Then, his smile instantly faded when he was reminded of doing simple things like flipping a coin when he was a little boy. When he had a dad. 

Mr. Hartley had volunteered for war in the blink of an eye. He was a history teacher at the public high school and was Christopher's biggest inspiration. When he was told two years ago that his father was lost in combat, he had nearly lost it. Christopher’s world crumbled.

"Maybe he's not dead," adults told him "Maybe he's finding his way back to camp right now. It's going to be ok." 

"Maybe for you," Christopher thought, remembering how much their shallow words had hurt. 

He turned onto the next street and kicked a stubby looking pebble that was in front of him. It skidded across the cracked sidewalk and rolled into the grass. Christopher looked ahead and saw his home. It was the pale yellow bungalow on the corner of Scott Street. It had white shudders and the paint was starting to chip off. A brown rocking chair was next to the ripped, screen door and his thin dog was lying down and panting underneath. He turned his head and started walking away from the house and to the po-boy restaurant down the road.

Christopher knew that the sandwich was an extravagance and that all his money should be going towards groceries for his mom and little sister, but it was his comfort food and he couldn’t resist with the meaty smells wafting down the road and into his nose. 

When he walked through the door he was immediately assaulted by the scent of different seasonings and broths. Waiters carried sandwiches, seafood, and bowls of the best gumbo by his face. When a young man came up to him and asked if it would be “his regular,” Christopher had to swallow before responding “yes.” The familiar man smiled then walked away to inform the chef of a new order. By the time his po-boy had arrived he had nearly cried out of hunger and impatience. 

He took his sandwich to go so he wouldn’t have to pay a tip then headed back home. Regrettably, he walked back out into the humid air to make his march back home.

By the time he walked onto his street the sun was starting to set and Christopher was going to be interrogated by his nosy sister if he didn’t get home in the next ten minutes. Though he loved Bianca very much, she could be a real pain at times. He could hear sounds from a TV coming from the inside of a house near him. He knew that he should walk the next 30 feet to his front door, but the TV was on, the window was open, and he couldn’t resist. His family had sold their TV the week after the news of their dad’s absence had shown up. He remembered the day clearly.

“We need to save money!” Christopher’s mom had said, “I’ll try to find work at da’ local store and maybe we can sell some of Grandmother’s china, but ‘til then the TV goes.”

“But Ma," He complained, “how am I supposed to watch the games?”

“Use the radio, that’s what plenty o’ boys  do.” She suggested, throwing up her hands in aggravation. Christopher knew he had to adjust, but the radio? That was pretty excessive. He hadn’t known until now that everyday with a loaf of bread on the table was a gift. 

So here he was sneaking through the neighbor's bushes to see what was on the TV. His head was nearly by the window when their silvery gray cat swiped his paw at Christopher. Christopher backed up just in time as the cat flew out the window. He tried to back out of the way, but tripped over a particularly large root and fell down. He sprung back up to his feet and sprinted to his house. 

“Stupid cat,” he muttered under his breath, wiping the dirt off his knees. Bianca’s rosy cheeks and electric blue eyes were staring at him from behind the screened door. Ever since their dad had left she suffered immensely from separation anxiety. Even when she was at her elementary school Bianca nervously tapped her finger on her desk and nibbled on her pencil. 

“Bee,” Christopher groaned. “I’m not late you didn’t have to worry.”

“If you weren’t home in the next two minutes then you-” Her eyes wandered over to Christopher’s sandwich bag. “Ya’ have anything for me?” Her stressed disposition melted away as she stared up hopefully into Christopher’s eyes.

“I’ll cut it in half,” Christopher agreed, handing her the bag to take into the kitchen. He opened the door and walked into the parlor. An unpleasant scene greeted him, as an unpleasant scene usually does. His painfully thin mom was tracing the pattern on the sleeper sofa. Her eyes had glazed over with a distant and far away look. The news of Christopher’s father had nearly broke her and it left him broken to see her. The radio was on and Christopher knew that it was most likely set to the station where the drafting lottery would be announced. Mayberry RFD would be canceled that night to broadcast the lottery. Christopher felt his stomach grow tight thinking about the odds of it being him.

“It’s not gonna to be me,” he said aloud. His words snapped his mom’s head back to reality and she smiled weakly.

“What’s that sweetie?” She asked.

“Nothing, I was just saying how my birthdate will probably not be called. I mean there’s so many to choose from.” Christopher knew that over 200 cards would be pulled, but he couldn’t lose hope. If you let go of hope, then there’s nothing that you have left. He shuffled over to the radio and leaned in, trying to pick up on the words that were being broken up by the radio. He got words like riots, local, and college. Enforcements, drafting, and angry. 

“More riots?” Christopher asked, turning to his mom. “They’re popping up everywhere.”

His mom nodded, but didn’t respond. At times like this, Christopher knew that it would be best if he left her alone. Christopher walked to the back of the house where his bedroom was. It wasn’t painted and had no doors so he didn’t have much privacy. But he wasn’t complaining, he had a shelf full of his dad’s old books which would keep him occupied for hours at a time no matter how many times he reread them. He grabbed one from the bottom shelf, remembering that he hadn’t reached that far down for while, and flipped it over so he could see it’s cover. A black and white picture of an alligator met his eyes. He was just about to open it to the first page when his mother’s voice yelled from the parlor.

“Christopher! Bianca!” He heard and feared what words would come next, “It’s on. It’s ‘bout to start!” Christopher wanted to fall to the floor, but knew he didn’t have time. This was it. He was about to listen to see if his birthday would be called. It was ironic really. The day you were born might be called for how you you might die.

“Fitting,” Christopher thought, jogging back to the parlor. He took a seat in a old chair with uneven legs that they had picked up from the side of the road one day. His dog was pacing by him and Christopher could tell that he could feel the tension in the air. 

His mother turned the volume up in time for Christopher to hear the start of what was about to be probably the most intense moment of his life. He took in the static sounds coming from the cheerful people on the  radio. He noticed how his family was so  quiet, with big eyes and short, rapid breaths. Christopher heard the first birthdate pulled.

“First number,” the man said. “The birthdate is September 14.” Christopher gave a sigh of relief, it wasn’t him.

“Maybe I have a chance after all,” he thought, but focused again on the whir of voices from the radio. 

“Second number, the birthdate is April 24.” The man went on quickly and said more numbers, but Christopher couldn’t hear them. He could only hear the blood flow and slight ringing in his ears. He saw his mom sink down to the floor and Bianca’s eyes fill with tears. He knew that he too should be crying, but no tears came. It was as if he was a stone statue. He wondered for a moment how hurt someone had to be to lose the ability to cry. But maybe this was all for the better. He was stupid to think that hope could get him through anything. It was ludicrous for him to think that hope could prevent this from happening to him. This was it, Christopher was going to war.


A sudden knock on the door made Bianca jump from where she was sitting. Putting down a book that she had picked up from her brother’s room she slowly slid her slid her back up the wall as she started to stand. She knit her hands together and folded them up in her ratty shirt.

“Who is it?” She said in a shaky voice. They didn’t get many visitors anymore. Ever since her brother Christopher had gone to war two years ago they never got much of anything. 

“Is Ms. Hartley present at the time?” He said through the screened door. Bianca felt uncomfortable speaking to the stranger, but he seemed hospitable enough to trust. 

“Not at the time,”She said, peeking her head around the corner to meet his eyes. “Would you like me to leave a message?” Bianca knew that she would dread the stranger’s next words.

“I hate to have to give you this message, but at your young age, I think it’s best you know that all things happen for a reason. Last night your brother Christopher took a bullet for a comrade in battle. I’m sorry. Your brother is dead.”

Monday, January 25, 2016

By: Emma B. 
Disney movies, something that exist throughout the entire modern world and with which people have set their alliances strong. So after a little fan-girl argument, we collectively amongst the staff decided upon our favorite Disney films. So now for the fun of reliving our precious childhood memories, I recollect the favorite picks amongst the staff. (Some spoiler alerts ahead!)
10. The Original Cinderella 
Cinderella is a deep classic and for many people is their first Disney movie. It was one of my first and it is very good. The story of a poor girl getting to go the ball because of her fairy-godmother is world famous, even in countries that don’t have access to that many Disney movies. The animation is very good for the time and is a very entertaining movie all the way through. However the music wins the prize in this movie. 
9. Big Hero 6: 
Okay, this may not be my favorite Disney movie, but by goodness is it awesome! Not only does the futuristic setting make this movie fresh and new but it also tackles serious issues very well might I add. For one the death of Tadashi is soul-crushing and also sets up a great arch for Hiro. Not only is that but Baymex absolutely adorable.  
8. Spirited Away: 
Okay, now I know exactly what the heck you’re thinking “but Spirited Away isn’t Disney” well it actually is, so sit down and calm down you can all relax. Now this movie; is very unique not just in its execution but in its morals as well. Without spoilers it is both creepy and peaceful.  
7. Who Framed Roger Rabbit? 
Oh this movie, this movie is amazing and is probably my 2nd favorite Disney movie. But while I’m in denial that I can’t put this in number two I have to talk about it. This movie is cross-over murder movie, with cartoon characters. However it doesn’t play itself very seriously so actually it comes more off for laughs than it does drama, however the dramatic moments are fantastic. Also, once again without spoilers, this movie wins the award for most awful Disney death scene. 
6. Fantasia: 
This film is beauty; everyone should see this movie at least once. The animation is some of the best that Disney has ever produced. It also has the most emotional moments in any Disney film I’ve ever seen. Not to mention the ending act is perfect. Also it is one of the few Disney movies that have no main or side characters.  
5. The Little Mermaid 
The Little Mermaid is the beginning of the Disney’s 90’s boom and is considered the first movie of the Disney’s 90’s era; however Roger Rabbit deserves that right much better. Once again, disregarding my denial, The Little Mermaid was a good movie and also was the first Disney film to have a proactive female protagonist. Now she is kind of bland (in my opinion) but still, the fact that she does stuff is enough, especially for the early 90’s.  
4: Toy Story: 
Toy Story was the first Pixar film ever made and boy howdy does it sell. Not only does it sell a ton of merchandise but its stories are pretty good too. The story of a bunch of toys coming to life is a classic on its own but the humor and emotion of this film makes it like no other. Truly this is a great Pixar movie; however, the next entry on this list might blow it out of the water by a long shot.  
3: Inside Out 
Inside Out is an emotional movie, without even trying too, well kind of. The characters of the emotions really make this film an amazing picture. Another thing that makes this film unique is the character of Joy, her one sidedness and her determined spirit make the climax of this film so amazing and has earned the crown of best Pixar film of all time.  
2: Frozen: 
Now I probably lost half of you just by mentioning this movie but truly this is a brilliant film. Part of the reason its songs are played over and over is because of its brilliance. The story is truly in a class of its own and not just that but the animation is beautiful. Every snow-flake is perfectly detailed and every scene makes you feel like you’re in a cold frozen forest full of beautiful trees.  
1: The Lion King 
This movie is huge, that goes without saying. The animation makes the scenery feel real and open, like a huge plain is suddenly opening in front of you. The story is also very huge too, most critics agree on this. Finally, whether you’ve seen this movie or not, who could ever forget the moral of the film.  

Now in conclusion, this is only the staff’s favorite movies, heck, if I was in charge of this list Fantasia would be Number 1 in a heart-beat. But if you like a Disney film that didn’t make it too the list, leave it in the comments, who knows I might review it. Also, if you want me to list my favorite Disney movies or anyone else’s share around this magazine. And remembernever grow up