Kids don't understand. They are immortal. They think they can get through it.

She was hyperventilating. Acid started turning up in her stomach. By the time she got away from everybody she almost collapsed.

They are not exactly sure what happened.

With the old costumes you always went down on your knees to talk to the kids. Now we just wave to them, and when they're ready they come up and give you a high five or a hug.

It's depressing. It is down right depressing because, you know, I was able to give my kids so much more before. And now, I don't know one day to the next, where I'm going to be living.

He's put in way more time than a lot of kids do in their whole project already.