The rush of neurotransmitters and neuropeptides triggered specifically by watching the Seven Dwarfs marchhome singing "Heigh-Ho" — that particular high of pickaxes, whistling while you work, and communal domestic bliss in a cottage built for men half your height.
I only meant to watch the Heigh-Ho scene for the endwarfins, and then it was two hours later and I'd watched the whole movie.
Endwarfins aren't just a Snow White thing — I get the same hit off the Lollipop Guild in Oz.