This megastore is pleasant. I thought the Kids R Us down the street was the Babies R Us. When I walked into Kids, I thought "hello, third world country." Seriously, I felt like I should be padded down for weapons and be ready to present my food ration card at the customer service desk that faced the entrance; this place looks like a war zone. I was excited when I realized I was in the wrong store. The real Babies R Us was very pleasant to shop. I found the registry easy to follow and I could navigate the pastel aisles without fear for my personal safety, or fear someone would club me for my supply of toilet paper I had to wait 12 hours in line for.