The Day the Mickey Died - In memoriam: Pal Mickey

Chpt 23 - Who's up for 30-40 chapters about a single day at Epcot?

Ok, so the night before had been a late one...what with dinner at LTT and the bus ride back to POFQ...and having to take Dale back to the room with us because he was in no shape to drive...and then having to listen to him go on an on about how Chip was threatening to start a solo career if he didn’t get his act together….until he finally fell asleep in the bathtub with a lampshade on his head. You know, pretty much a typical WDW evening. Anyway, we were still up bright and early on this particular morning...and determined to make another rope drop for our day at EPCOT.

Tinkershell was running ahead of schedule on her morning preparation routine, so she decided to accompany me to the POFQ food court to get some coffee...which I found a little odd...because she usually just sends me to get her coffee like some type of bondservant. I soon discovered that the real reason that she had tagged along with me was because she was dying to try one of those beignets that she had read so much about on the Disboards. So you see, it wasn’t my morning company she craved….it was a deep-fried french pastry covered in sugar. But seriously, who could compete with that?

So, with coffee in hand, we settled into line to pick up some beignets. Ok....here’s the problem. Tinkershell didn’t know how to pronounce beignets. Now, I should also mention that sometimes Tinkershell has a hard time remembering that she needs to use her inside voice. So we were standing in line..and she was proclaiming to the entire building how excited she was to try one of those “bag-nets”. Mmmmm....can you smell the bag-nets? How many bag-nets do you get? Do you think the kids would like some bag-nets? Finally, a good Samaritan in line behind us...who probably just couldn’t bear to watch the mounting carnage of chronic mispronunciation mixed with public humiliation....leaned in and whispered that they were called “bin-yays”.

So with our coffees and warm box of bag-nets in hand...we headed back to the room to round up Pal Mickey and the kids so we could head for the EPCOT bus. We also needed to kick Dale out of the room because one of the things he had mentioned in his disjointed ramblings from the night before was that Chip had taken legal control of his trust fund and....quite frankly...we were afraid he was going to sell our stuff so he could buy booze.

So with Dale safely in a taxi, we headed on down to the POFQ bus stop. We were running a little behind schedule because apparently we were the only family who was going to brave EPCOT without EVC's...not that there's anything wrong with that....and it was taking some extra time to load them all on the bus. Meanwhile, Pal Mickey was pestering us because he wanted to sleep in the bathtub like Uncle Dale. However, he quickly changed his tune when I warned him that there was a very good chance that the tub could spontaneously fill itself during the night...because of his unreasonable fear of water. Finally, we were able to board the bus and were on our way to the Experimental Prototype Community of Tomorrow. Personally....I couldn’t wait to see that giant climate-control bubble that covered the entire bustling downtown section...because it looked very impressive on Walt's model.

Next up: Chpt 24 - Baby steps to the park.
 


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Originally Posted by Peter Panic Attack
Next up: Chpt 23 - Who's up for 30-40 chapters about a single day at Epcot?


Bring it on! Looking forward to it!:cool1:

After reading Kingdom Keepers I don't know if I can go on IASW, after all!:confused3

Obviously, you are all gluttons for punishment.

I am not aware of this "Kingdom Keepers" you speak of. Does it tell a spooky tale?

get it?!?!?! it's a small world, AFTER ALL!?!?!?

:lmao::lmao::lmao:


sorry.:cutie:

luvngoofy will be here all week....don't forget to try the veal.
 
We too had a problem with the pronunciation of the beignets at Cafe orleans in Disneyland. Luckily we had a waiter with an indian accent so when he repeated our order to us beignet pronounced correctly with an indian accent sounds something like "Mickey Bennys." So since we thought that was so much more fun to say that is what we now refer to them as.
 
If you know all the words to "It's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow" and you think "Paging Mr. Morrow...Mr. Tom Morrow" is one of the top five funniest lines you've ever heard......you've got it bad.

Dude, even our 4 1/2 year old son knows all the words!
 


We too had a problem with the pronunciation of the beignets at Cafe orleans in Disneyland. Luckily we had a waiter with an indian accent so when he repeated our order to us beignet pronounced correctly with an indian accent sounds something like "Mickey Bennys." So since we thought that was so much more fun to say that is what we now refer to them as.

Mickey Bennys I could live with. I think we may need to send french pastry makers a copy of "Hooked on Phonics"...because they're way off.

If you know all the words to "It's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow" and you think "Paging Mr. Morrow...Mr. Tom Morrow" is one of the top five funniest lines you've ever heard......you've got it bad.

Dude, even our 4 1/2 year old son knows all the words!

Oh yeah.....you got it bad. At least he's not into hard rock...like Jerry Lee Lewis...or the Everly Brothers.
 
This is honestly the funniest TR I have ever read! :lmao: I am really kinda annoyed right now that there is no more to read, so would you please post another chapter? Keep up the great work! :thumbsup2
 
This is honestly the funniest TR I have ever read! :lmao: I am really kinda annoyed right now that there is no more to read, so would you please post another chapter? Keep up the great work! :thumbsup2

Thanks. Hopefully, the next chapter won't take too long. If only my boss would quit bugging me.
 
Chpt 23 - Who's up for 30-40 chapters about a single day at Epcot?

Ok….so the night before had been a late one...what with dinner at LTT...and the bus ride back to POFQ...and having to take Dale back to the room with us because he was in no shape to drive...and then having to listen to him go on an on about how Chip was threatening to start a solo career if he didn’t get his act together….until he finally fell asleep in the bathtub with a lampshade on his head. You know….pretty much a typical WDW evening. Anyway….we were still up bright and early on this particular morning...and determined to make another rope drop for our day at EPCOT.

Tinkershell was running ahead of schedule on her morning preparation routine...so she decided to accompany me to the POFQ food court to get some coffee...which I found a little odd...because she usually just sends me to get her coffee like some type of bondservant. I soon discovered that the real reason that she had tagged along with me was because she was dying to try one of those beignets that she had read so much about on the Disboards. So you see….it wasn’t my morning company she craved….it was a deep-fried french pastry covered in sugar. But seriously...who could compete with that?

So with coffee in hand...we settled into line to pick up some beignets. Ok....here’s the problem. Tinkershell didn’t know how to pronounce beignets. Now...I should also mention that sometimes Tinkershell has a hard time remembering that she needs to use her inside voice. So..we were standing in line..and she was proclaiming to the entire building..how excited she was to try one of those “bag-nets”. Mmmmm....can you smell the bag-nets? How many bag-nets do you get? Do you think the kids would like some bag-nets? Finally....a good Samaritan in line behind us...who probably just couldn’t bear to watch the mounting carnage of chronic mispronunciation mixed with public humiliation....leaned in and whispered they were called “bin-yays”.

So with our coffees and warm box of bag-nets in hand...we headed back to the room to round up Pal Mickey and the kids so we could head for the EPCOT bus. We also needed to kick Dale out of the room because....one of the things he had mentioned in his disjointed ramblings from the night before was that Chip had taken legal control of his trust fund and....quite frankly...we were afraid he was going to steal our stuff so he could buy booze.

So with Dale safely in a taxi...we headed on down to the POFQ bus stop. We were running a little behind schedule..because apparently we were the only family who was going to brave EPCOT without EVC's...not that there's anything wrong with that....and it was taking some extra time to load them all on the bus. Meanwhile....Pal Mickey was pestering us because he wanted to sleep in the bathtub like Uncle Dale. However...he quickly changed his tune when I warned him that there was a very good chance that the tub could spontaneously fill itself during the night...because of his unreasonable fear of water. Finally...we were able to board the bus and were on our way to the Experimental Prototype Community of Tomorrow. Personally....I couldn’t wait to see that giant climate-control bubble that covered the entire bustling downtown section...because it looked very impressive on Walt's model.

Next up: Chpt 24 - Baby steps to the park.

If YOU write it I will read it....I am so enjoying this TR! Keep it coming:worship::worship::worship::worship::worship::worship::worship:
 
Obviously, you are all gluttons for punishment.

I am not aware of this "Kingdom Keepers" you speak of. Does it tell a spooky tale?

My then 8yo wanted the book. She kept telling me about it until I finally told her I would read it when she finished. (didn't take her as long as it did me)
Anyway, without going into detail, it is a little creepy! :eek:You should read it!
 
Chpt 24 - Baby steps to the park.

Ok...so we were on the bus...and I was sulking a little bit because Tinkershell had just explained to me that there's no bustling downtown section at EPCOT, let alone a giant climate-control bubble...because Walt Disney had passed away before he was able to fulfill his dream for the park. Unfortunately, Pal Mickey overheard our conversation about Walt and was heart-broken because we had never given him the bad news. In fact, we never give Pal Mickey the bad news about anything...because he's so soft-hearted. When Pal Mickey watched the scene in Lion King where Simba finds his father's lifeless body in the gorge....I seriously didn't know if he was going to make it.

Pal Mickey took the news pretty hard
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A quick check of my watch showed that we were not going to make rope drop....which made my left eye start to twitch because I hate to be late for anything. So, as soon as we cleared EPCOT customs, we did our patented quick walk which is definately not a run because thats a Disney no-no straight to Soarin’. According to Tinkershell's non-negotiable itinerary, the plan was to grab a set of Soarin’ fastpasses for later and then jump in line for a quick flight before the wait got too long. Unfortunately, somebody must have handed out pirated copies of Tinkershell’s non-negotiable itinerary....because there were a lot of people ahead of us.

The estimated wait time for Soarin' was 45 minutes....but we had found from past experience that WDW estimated wait clocks tend to be a bit pessimistic, so we jumped in line and crossed our fingers.....except Pal Mickey because his fingers are all stuck together. Exactly 45 minutes later, we rounded the final corner and stepped up to the CM in charge. Somewhere along the line, Tinkershell had gotten the idea that she needed to be in the front row....something about not seeing dangling feet....so she saunters on up to the CM to make her request, because apparently she's something special. A couple of minutes later, we were waved on to the front row of the next empty Soarin' que area.....where we awaited David Puddy's last minute instructions.

Sadly, Pal Mickey had a couple of a problems on Soarin’. First, they wouldn’t let him have his own seat....because apparently plush interactive toys have no rights in EPCOT, so we had to cram him in the storage container under our seat...right next to the Mickey Ears that Puddy shamed that poor man into taking off during the orientation film. Luckily, Pal Mickey could still see because he could peek over the top of the netting, but nonetheless...he was totally outraged by this supposed trampling of his constitutional rights. Whatever Pal Mickey.....like Herbie Hancock had you in mind when he signed the Declaration of Independence. Plus, Pal Mickey freaked out everytime we soared over the ocean...because of his unreasonable fear of water.

After Soarin', the rest of the family headed over to the Seas with Nemo and Friends while I scampered off to Test Track to pick up some fastpasses...for I am the designated fastpass specialist. Incidentally, I had started to wonder if all this designated fastpass specialist business was just a big scam. Sure, it had been pretty cool when Tinkershell had first bestowed the title upon me...especially the part where I kneeled and she touched me on either shoulder with her big soup laddle...but now I was beginning to think it was just some dastardly scheme designed to make me do all the work.

Anyway, when I finally rejoined the family, it was nearly time for the next Turtle Talk with Crush show. This was another first-time experience for us. I’m here to tell you right now....Crush was a real turtle. I know...I know...he looked like a cartoon figure, but that turtle was saying things about people in the room that there’s no way he could have known if he was fake. Hair styles.....shirt colors....it was a little unsettling to be honest. Plus, later on, Crush even fielded some questions from the audience....and how could an imaginary turtle manage that I ask you? Anyway, if I had one complaint about the show it was that Crush spent most of his time interacting with all the little kids, when he probably should have been paying more attention to me....because I doubt very much that any of those little ankle-nippers shelled out so much as a nickel to get in the park. They probably made their parents pay....freeloaders.

Next up: Chpt 25 - More droning on about EPCOT
 
If YOU write it I will read it....I am so enjoying this TR! Keep it coming:worship::worship::worship::worship::worship::worship::worship:

That kind of reminds me of "if you build it, he will come"....except you didn't say it in an eerie whispery voice...and I wasn't walking through a cornfield.

My then 8yo wanted the book. She kept telling me about it until I finally told her I would read it when she finished. (didn't take her as long as it did me)
Anyway, without going into detail, it is a little creepy! :eek:You should read it!

I've got it on order at the library....but I better not get nightmares.
 
Those dangling feet really can interfere with your ride on soarin...we prefer to be in the first row as well. :thumbsup2 Enjoying your tr as always! :goodvibes
 
First, I must tell you I love your TR. This is better than any silly old book. Did I mention I have 3 WDW tour books sitting here on my desk? However, I have a dilemma and I hope you might be of some assistance.

My son and I are set to invade WDW in 24 short days and I have been planning like crazy. I made the mistake of inviting our Pal Mickey (He swears he is your Pal Mickey’s brother. Claims he would know him anywhere.) to join me in planning and looking at the DIS boards. BIG MISTAKE! I told him the title of your TR and he still insisted I read it to him. He swore to me that the title was just a tease and nothing bad could possibly happen.
Pal Mickey has become so enthralled in your TR that he is no longer helping me plan nor even looking forward to going home. All he talks about is the Panic Attacks! I can’t sit down without being bugged to open up this thread just in case you posted something and we didn’t get notified. He is out of control!

So, now I beg of you to please help me. Do you have any ideas or do you think you could write faster. LOL I am afraid I might just have to leave Pal Mickey at home if he doesn’t get some conclusion to your story before it’s time to go. He is terrified now that something will happen to him.
 
First, I must tell you I love your TR. This is better than any silly old book. Did I mention I have 3 WDW tour books sitting here on my desk? However, I have a dilemma and I hope you might be of some assistance.

My son and I are set to invade WDW in 24 short days and I have been planning like crazy. I made the mistake of inviting our Pal Mickey (He swears he is your Pal Mickey’s brother. Claims he would know him anywhere.) to join me in planning and looking at the DIS boards. BIG MISTAKE! I told him the title of your TR and he still insisted I read it to him. He swore to me that the title was just a tease and nothing bad could possibly happen.
Pal Mickey has become so enthralled in your TR that he is no longer helping me plan nor even looking forward to going home. All he talks about is the Panic Attacks! I can’t sit down without being bugged to open up this thread just in case you posted something and we didn’t get notified. He is out of control!

So, now I beg of you to please help me. Do you have any ideas or do you think you could write faster. LOL I am afraid I might just have to leave Pal Mickey at home if he doesn’t get some conclusion to your story before it’s time to go. He is terrified now that something will happen to him.

Ouch....leaving in 3 weeks...that's not a lot of time. I could promise you the end of my TR in that amount of time....but I'm pretty sure I'd be struck by lightning...so let's deal with Pal Mickey.

First off..you may need to prepare your Pal Mickey that sometimes bad things happen to good people...and to good plush inter-active tour guides for that matter.

Also..you should sit down and develop a plan to assure nothing happens to your little bundle of informative facts and clever banter. In fact...I would probably include Pal Mickey in the process. That will give him a sense of ownership...and a heightened feeling of security. By the way....a lanyard might be a good place to start. I'm not saying...I'm just saying.
 
Chpt 24 - Baby steps to the park.

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After Soarin'....the rest of the family headed over to the Seas with Nemo and Friends while I scampered off to Test Track to pick up some fastpasses...for I am the designated fastpass specialist. Incidentally...I had started to wonder if all this designated fastpass specialist business was just a big scam. Sure...it had been pretty cool when Tinkershell had first bestowed the title upon me...especially the part where I kneeled and she touched me on either shoulder with her big soup laddle...

Shh...I shall be bestowing this honour on DH for our up coming trip :rotfl:


looking forward to more of you excellent report :thumbsup2
 
Shh...I shall be bestowing this honour on DH for our up coming trip :rotfl:


looking forward to more of you excellent report :thumbsup2

You should probably throw in some type of a certificate...and maybe a laminated i.d. card for good measure.
 

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