Archie's world sat at the eye of a hurricane. The media firestorm, religious debate, moral complications, and general hullabaloo surrounding the Anthro Parks swirled around him, always in his line of sight but never really impacting him. Archie had gone to what was then Anthro Park North America because he liked theme parks, not because of any secret longings to be a squirrel or a desire to become one with nature. His stay in the park had been a satisfactory vacation, but it didn't change his life--he went back to his human form, and didn't gain any great understanding of the nature of life, the uiverse, and everything. He barely even communicated with his buddies from Monty's Crew.
When the first trickle of anthros left the park to enter the real world, attracting a firestorm of media attention, Archie didn't see what all the fuss was about. The harshest critics of the Anthro Parks said that the guests were creating a satanic cult where they fell to the wildest impulses of their animal forms. Proponents thought that Anthro Parks International had caused the next jump in human evolution. Archie just changed the channel.
True to his word, Archie did go to Disney World on his next vacation. He had returned several times over the course of the five intervening years, and had always enjoyed it. He would go on to live a long, modestly successful life, but was ultimately unimportant.
Twice, only twice, did Anthro Park ever re-enter his little world. Once, in the Magic Kingdom, he spotted a pair of anthro chipmunks on a romantic getaway. He remarked that the new Chip and Dale costumes were much better-looking, but thought that actors playing them were a bit unprofessional.
The second time happened to fall on Jeremy and Leticia's fifth anniversary, though Archie didn't know that. His girlfriend saw a brochure for Anthro Park USA in the mail and suggested that she and Archie take a vacation there.
"I went there once," Archie said nonchalantly, "right after college. The food was terrible and there weren't any rides."