With two girls (now 7 and 10, denoted as Chestnut and Diana per their request), we suffered through the princess years. YEARS. And a very cheerful island in those relentlessly similar seas was this:

So strange! So cheerful! So deadpan! Seeing Cinderella Penguins smooth giant belly as she lay on her little cinderblock bed, watching the thrilling costume ball—all of it was such a pleasure! And it perfectly satisfied the princess hunger. I mean hey, all they wanted was some nice clothes, and there they were. So all of you who can't bear one more Disney moment, avail yourselves!