Disney, like so many companies that harvest children's hearts for money, are awash in opportunities to generate that buy-in to make sure they have a chance to pull someone's identity into their market profile forever. For me, the two that almost worked were Aladdin and The Lion King. The Lion King was so enormous in my childhood that in our music class, one year's production was The Lion King. I'm pretty sure it was the only production I really made it to? That's a bunch of other sad stories there. Anyways, the point is, I genuinely believe my ownership of the cartridge of this game is the thing that inoculated me against Disney Adult Disorder, as I don't know that any child could have touched this goddamn thing and held any affection for anything related to it after the fact.