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The Day the Mickey Died - In memoriam: Pal Mickey
- Thread starter Peter Panic Attack
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These lines made me LOL.
...and tell Tinkershell how honored I am! Seriously, that made my day!!!
I think Sunday is PPA's day off!I'm sure he will con't tomorrow and let us know if the girls finally saw the show.
Or if they really did eat at Tony's.
Peter Panic Attack
periods of anxiety combined w/ refusal to grow up
- Joined
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Chpt 31 - Dinner at Tonys
To be honest, I dont really recall whether it was DS Buddy or I that emerged victorious from Buzz on that particular day .so lets just say it was I. Yup .thats just one of the many perks that comes with being the primary storyteller. If DS Buddy doesnt like it he can write his own TR. But be forewarned...it's not all fun and games. I'm developing a serious case of carpal tunnel syndrome...and I've experienced some pretty nasty paper cuts on several ocassions.
*Sidenote - I was seriously tempted to not disclose below whether Tinkershell and Woobie got to see the castle show...but that would have been evil....and the Disboards was designed for good...except when the thread involves line jumpers or stealing your parade spot...and then it can get ugly....really ugly.....but usually its good*
Shortly thereafter, we saw Tinkershell and Woobie returning from the show at the castle. They had happy faces and dry socks ..which was a sure sign that they had not been bit by the rain-out bug again. Pal Mickey was happily swinging between them .without a care in the world. Little bugger doesnt even have to do his own walking because his little legs are so short that he moves along at a snails pace....until somebody finally gets impatient and scoops him up.
Tinkershell and Woobie's show in front of the castle....obviously I have no idea what it is called.
As I watched them approach a funny feeling came over me. Its hard to describe .but I got this sensation that something bad was going to happen. Pal Mickey is usually the one who dabbles in the voodoo so I just shrugged it off as a mild case of indigestion or something. I guess that's what I get for violently spinning the Buzz Lightyear car in an effort to throw off DSs aim.
Since we were in the neighborhood, we popped in on the Monsters Inc Laugh Floor to see what was going on. Normally, we would call ahead but sometimes youve got to throw proper manners out the window and get in touch with your spontaneous side. Turns out they were just about to put on a show. This time, we avoided the back of the theater because thats where all the crabby Dads seemed to gather with their collective arms crossed and their collective brows furrowed .and sucking all the joy out of the people around them. Back off fellas .if theres any Dad who is going to suck around my family its me.
When they got to the part of the show where they interact with audience members .who should appear on the giant screen but our very own DD Woobie .larger than life and brighter than the sun because she was all decked out in her painfully bright neon t-shirt. In fact .the first thing the Monster MC said was this little girl couldnt decide what color to wear today .so she wore them all. Was that line comic genius? Probably not but Ill give it a solid B+ since he was making it up on the fly. Ultimately as is often the case .the subject turned to money and the Monster MC asked Woobie what she wanted to be when she grew up. After a moment of reflection, DD responded that she wasnt going to do anything when she grew up .instead...she planned to have sextuplets and exploit them on television.
Our ADR for Tonys Town Square was scheduled for 5:45 pm which was just 15 minutes before the start of Wishes. For those of you keeping score at home .we were trying to break the record for most failed attempts at viewing Wishes in a single vacation and our goal was so close we could almost taste it. If we could somehow manage to bungle tonights opportunity that left us with only one chance remaining on our final night at WDW. And with the level of incompetence we had shown to this point ..we could screw up that last night with our eyes closed.
Hey Country Bears....would it have killed ya to throw on a santa hat....like this little tramp
So here was our pathetic Wishes plan. We thought that if Tonys would be just 15 minutes late with our table we could sneak out onto Mainstreet and catch the show. Believe me we had waited way more than 15 minutes for our table tons of times .so we would have to be incredibly unlucky to get seated promptly at 5:45 pm on this particular occasion. So promptly at 5:45 pm .we heard our name called. Nuts! Ok .time for plan B because we always have a plan B .because we always need a plan B. Plan B involved crossing our fingers and toes and hoping to be seated at one of the prime tables out on the patio where you could see Wishes .even though we hadnt requested a table on the patio and everybody else within a 3 mile radius of Tonys had already requested a table on the patio. I didnt say it was a good plan B but it was all we had. With our heads hung low, we followed the hostess into the very bowels of the restaurant. In fact, Im pretty sure our table was in the basement .where no matter how we craned our necks we couldnt see Wishes. Curses .foiled again.
We had a nice Wishes-less dinner at Tonys nonetheless. The kids were a bit disappointed because they didnt serve pizza at dinner. The last time we had eaten at Tonys was for lunch ..and they had served pizza that our kids had assured us was the finest combination of tomato sauce, cheese and pepperoni that had ever crossed their lips. On this night, they would have to settle for chicken strips....because what type of a crazy family would expect to find pizza on the dinner menu at an Italian restaurant. I remember glancing over at Pal Mickey who was pretending to enjoy a bread stick and getting that sick feeling again kind of in the pit of my stomach. Oh well, it was probably just the calamari appetizer.
Next up: Chpt 32 A day at the park formerly known as Disney MGM.
To be honest, I dont really recall whether it was DS Buddy or I that emerged victorious from Buzz on that particular day .so lets just say it was I. Yup .thats just one of the many perks that comes with being the primary storyteller. If DS Buddy doesnt like it he can write his own TR. But be forewarned...it's not all fun and games. I'm developing a serious case of carpal tunnel syndrome...and I've experienced some pretty nasty paper cuts on several ocassions.
*Sidenote - I was seriously tempted to not disclose below whether Tinkershell and Woobie got to see the castle show...but that would have been evil....and the Disboards was designed for good...except when the thread involves line jumpers or stealing your parade spot...and then it can get ugly....really ugly.....but usually its good*
Shortly thereafter, we saw Tinkershell and Woobie returning from the show at the castle. They had happy faces and dry socks ..which was a sure sign that they had not been bit by the rain-out bug again. Pal Mickey was happily swinging between them .without a care in the world. Little bugger doesnt even have to do his own walking because his little legs are so short that he moves along at a snails pace....until somebody finally gets impatient and scoops him up.
Tinkershell and Woobie's show in front of the castle....obviously I have no idea what it is called.
As I watched them approach a funny feeling came over me. Its hard to describe .but I got this sensation that something bad was going to happen. Pal Mickey is usually the one who dabbles in the voodoo so I just shrugged it off as a mild case of indigestion or something. I guess that's what I get for violently spinning the Buzz Lightyear car in an effort to throw off DSs aim.
Since we were in the neighborhood, we popped in on the Monsters Inc Laugh Floor to see what was going on. Normally, we would call ahead but sometimes youve got to throw proper manners out the window and get in touch with your spontaneous side. Turns out they were just about to put on a show. This time, we avoided the back of the theater because thats where all the crabby Dads seemed to gather with their collective arms crossed and their collective brows furrowed .and sucking all the joy out of the people around them. Back off fellas .if theres any Dad who is going to suck around my family its me.
When they got to the part of the show where they interact with audience members .who should appear on the giant screen but our very own DD Woobie .larger than life and brighter than the sun because she was all decked out in her painfully bright neon t-shirt. In fact .the first thing the Monster MC said was this little girl couldnt decide what color to wear today .so she wore them all. Was that line comic genius? Probably not but Ill give it a solid B+ since he was making it up on the fly. Ultimately as is often the case .the subject turned to money and the Monster MC asked Woobie what she wanted to be when she grew up. After a moment of reflection, DD responded that she wasnt going to do anything when she grew up .instead...she planned to have sextuplets and exploit them on television.
Our ADR for Tonys Town Square was scheduled for 5:45 pm which was just 15 minutes before the start of Wishes. For those of you keeping score at home .we were trying to break the record for most failed attempts at viewing Wishes in a single vacation and our goal was so close we could almost taste it. If we could somehow manage to bungle tonights opportunity that left us with only one chance remaining on our final night at WDW. And with the level of incompetence we had shown to this point ..we could screw up that last night with our eyes closed.
Hey Country Bears....would it have killed ya to throw on a santa hat....like this little tramp
So here was our pathetic Wishes plan. We thought that if Tonys would be just 15 minutes late with our table we could sneak out onto Mainstreet and catch the show. Believe me we had waited way more than 15 minutes for our table tons of times .so we would have to be incredibly unlucky to get seated promptly at 5:45 pm on this particular occasion. So promptly at 5:45 pm .we heard our name called. Nuts! Ok .time for plan B because we always have a plan B .because we always need a plan B. Plan B involved crossing our fingers and toes and hoping to be seated at one of the prime tables out on the patio where you could see Wishes .even though we hadnt requested a table on the patio and everybody else within a 3 mile radius of Tonys had already requested a table on the patio. I didnt say it was a good plan B but it was all we had. With our heads hung low, we followed the hostess into the very bowels of the restaurant. In fact, Im pretty sure our table was in the basement .where no matter how we craned our necks we couldnt see Wishes. Curses .foiled again.
We had a nice Wishes-less dinner at Tonys nonetheless. The kids were a bit disappointed because they didnt serve pizza at dinner. The last time we had eaten at Tonys was for lunch ..and they had served pizza that our kids had assured us was the finest combination of tomato sauce, cheese and pepperoni that had ever crossed their lips. On this night, they would have to settle for chicken strips....because what type of a crazy family would expect to find pizza on the dinner menu at an Italian restaurant. I remember glancing over at Pal Mickey who was pretending to enjoy a bread stick and getting that sick feeling again kind of in the pit of my stomach. Oh well, it was probably just the calamari appetizer.
Next up: Chpt 32 A day at the park formerly known as Disney MGM.
babydinosaur03
always itching for a trip!
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Tinkershell and Woobie's show in front of the castle....obviously I have no idea what it is called.
It's called "Dream Along with Mickey."
We're all about education here on the Disboards, if you know what I mean.
Loved today's installment!
Peter Panic Attack
periods of anxiety combined w/ refusal to grow up
- Joined
- Sep 19, 2008
LOVE LOVE LOVE your trip report!!! When I first started reading it, I thought "wait, Mark (my brother) no , can't be, nope, it's not. " Your humor is sooo much like my brothers it's creepy.
By the way , it's been 2 days since you've done an update and I'm beginning to get anxious , because, you know, .... you will finish won't you??
I like your brother already...seems like a heck of a guy.
I decided to write my next chapter before I responded to anyone....because I was afraid the natives might be getting restless.
I think Sunday is PPA's day off!
I almost kept it a secret....but I couldn't go through with it.
These lines made me LOL.
...and tell Tinkershell how honored I am! Seriously, that made my day!!!
I love hearing that people actually laugh out load at stuff....especially if they're at work.....because then they've got to pretend they're having a coughing fit or something.
When is your next trip and corresponding report by the way?....inquiring Panic Attacks want to know.
Peter Panic Attack
periods of anxiety combined w/ refusal to grow up
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It's called "Dream Along with Mickey."
We're all about education here on the Disboards, if you know what I mean.
Loved today's installment!
See.....I knew that somebody would set me straight if I just admitted my dilemma. This board is like a fountain of information.
Ah, lots of foreshadowing. Only the best writers can pull this off so eloquently.
*sniff sniff* Is that forthcoming doom I'm smelling?
They've learned to ignore my impromptu bursts of giggles when the Disboards are on my screen. Can't believe I get paid for this.
Oooh....you Panic Attacks are in luck. I have a solo trip in two weeks...sort of. Work is actually paying me to go to WDW and take some silly class about transportation or something. Or maybe they just want to stop hearing me giggle at my desk. In any case, I have to sit through a few hours of "blah blah blah trucks blah blah blah distribution blah blah..." every day. And then it's play time! Woo Hoo!
Peter Panic Attack
periods of anxiety combined w/ refusal to grow up
- Joined
- Sep 19, 2008
You're starting to get the same funny feelings as me.....that's so weird
You are too kind hucifer. I am merely documenting things the way that I remember them happening....more or less.
Ok....I just marched into my boss's office and demanded a trip to WDW....and was totally shot down. I don't get it. Do you think I used the wrong inflection in my voice?
By the way...you are officially the lucky duck.
PirateFish989
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Aug 2, 2007
When I was at Disneyland about a month ago we witnessed line jumpers. Whenever I think of line jumpers I think of some annoying teenagers, not unlike myself (althought I'm not annoying and I'm almost not a teenager anymore...but that is beside the point), causing a rucous and thinking that they are special and that everyone in the park should be honored by their presence. But this time it was a group of youngish teenagers, maybe not even quite teenagers and the leader of the pack was their MOTHER!!!!! This little group ran across the open area of Space Mountain (you know, where the line is still outside the building in the open area and there are chains and stanchions all over....). Lets just say that my own mother had a hissy fit and immediately complained to the CM, who promptly did nothing but give a blank stare.
Another great update.
RunningGirl
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- May 5, 2009
Man I really don't like the way Pal Mickey is behaving. I'm trying to convince myself that it's just the disappointment of not seeing Wishes - again.
Peter Panic Attack
periods of anxiety combined w/ refusal to grow up
- Joined
- Sep 19, 2008
Thanks PirateFish989
I'm not sure what it is....but something just doesn't seem right.
tlenzendorf
Always Dreaming of Disney!
- Joined
- Apr 2, 2009
no No NO NOThis cannot be the end and now I have to wait Your trip report is brilliant! I have managed to waste most of my work day reading it, laughing and then reading aloud to my coworkers who then laugh hysterically. More please, MORE!
Your trip report is brilliant! I have managed to waste most of my work day reading it, laughing and then reading aloud to my coworkers who then laugh hysterically. More please, MORE!
Peter Panic Attack
periods of anxiety combined w/ refusal to grow up
- Joined
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no No NO NOThis cannot be the end and now I have to wait
Wow....it sounds like I may have affected the efficiency of an entire office.....how cool is that!
Really glad you like it so far....and sorry about your upcoming wait....but at least you're in good company.
tlenzendorf
Always Dreaming of Disney!
- Joined
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Wow....it sounds like I may have affected the efficiency of an entire office.....how cool is that!
QUOTE]
Yes, you definitely did affect our efficiency todayI'm quite disappointed that they don't make Pal Mickey anymore so we could blame him, I mean bring him, along for some fun...
shebaxric
Disaholic Since 1980!!!
- Joined
- Feb 18, 2009
Wow, no pizza at dinner?
The whole concept of an Italian restaurant in a kidcopia envivronment without pizza? Inconceivable! Someone might want to mention that the next time they go, I'm just sayin. . .
Sorry about your wishes miss. I hope that you get to see it later in the trip. Congrats on Woobie getting to be in the Monster's Inc. Laugh Floor. When DH and I went in 2007, he was "that guy". Not only was he "that guy" it was during Christmas and he had his striped santa micky ears hat on. It only added to the comedy!
The whole concept of an Italian restaurant in a kidcopia envivronment without pizza? Inconceivable! Someone might want to mention that the next time they go, I'm just sayin. . .Sorry about your wishes miss. I hope that you get to see it later in the trip. Congrats on Woobie getting to be in the Monster's Inc. Laugh Floor. When DH and I went in 2007, he was "that guy". Not only was he "that guy" it was during Christmas and he had his striped santa micky ears hat on. It only added to the comedy!
MagicShell
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Someone took a great picture of the castle show. Wishes or no wishes, that is the question. I suppose we are to learn soon the fate of pal Mickey. I will be waiting.
Peter Panic Attack
periods of anxiety combined w/ refusal to grow up
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Chpt 32 A day at the park formerly known as Disney MGM.
We were up bright and early the next morning....because Tinkershells non-negotiable itinerary was none to happy about the fact that we had slept in the day before. It started barking orders at us from the bedside table....calling us worthless and weak...and threatening us with bodily harm if we didnt make rope drop at the Park formerly known as Disney MGM. That got Pal Mickey all crabby....because he was not a morning mouse in the first place... so it doesnt take much to push his buttons...which were located in his hands and tummy by the way. Next thing I know...those two were going at it like Simon and Paula.....or Kara DioGuardi and the bikini girl if you prefer. It got so bad that I was afraid they were going to disturb the neighbors.....so I had to put Pal Mickey and Tinkershells itinerary in separate corners for a time-out. Dont give me that look Pal Mickey....maybe next time you'll think twice before biting the itinerary.
We did, in fact, arrive at MGM in time for rope drop....which in turn made Pal Mickey feel bad because he claimed the itinerary always gets its way...and that we never do anything he wants to do. Honestly, all of this drama was simply because Pal Mickey doesnt like mornings. As soon as he gets a little coffee in him.....hed be right as rain. Yup....a cup of coffee in the morning...and a couple of spoonfuls of benadryl at night...that's pretty much the secret to handling Pal Mickey.
Is it just me...or is that Kate Gosselin over Pal Mickey's shoulder? But where's Jon? Hmmmmm...interesting.
The MGM rope drop was pretty cool. Everybody was crammed together on Hollywood Blvd and they picked a family out of the crowd to open the park. Did they make an enormous mistake by not picking the Panic Attacks? Well, I dont think theres any question about that. But, the family they selected did a serviceable job... albeit slightly unenthusiastic. I'm pretty sure we would have brought a little more pizzazz to the production.
As soon as they dropped the rope...we did our patented quick walk which is definitely not a run because thats a Disney no-no to Rockn Rollercoaster. According to Tinkershells non-negotiable...and now slightly gnawed itinerary, we were supposed to immediately ride RNRC and then grab fastpasses for later...but our kids were still not 100% convinced that they were onboard with the whole fastest rollercoaster in Disney idea. We briefly considered drugging them...or slipping them a mickey if you prefer..... and making them ride without their knowledge... but then theyd be groggy for the rest of the morning. Plus...Id slipped my last mickey to Pal Mickey a couple of days ago in order to get him on the Jungle Cruise. Anyway...since I was fresh out of mickeys....and I didn't have a mickey source at WDW.....we went with plan B....we bribed them.
Looks like a typical Tinkershell parking job to me
While I waited in line for the fastpasses, the rest of the family was supposed go on ahead and meet me at TGMR....so I was a little concerned when I didnt find them there. I did a quick scan of the area to see if there were any "don't feed the birds" signs....because that's where I typically find Tinkershell....up to her elbows in bird seed. Thats about the time I noticed her over by Mickey Ave waving frantically for me to come over. She was wildly wind-milling her arms....and making loud cawing noises like a crow...all in some bizarre effort to get my attention. You should see what she does when she's not trying to be discrete. Well...obviously she had lost her mind, but I had little recourse...because our marriage vows had been crystal clear on the fact that it was until death do us part only....even though I had tried to shoe-horn a mental illness clause in there just before "I do". Anyway, I had suspected this day had been coming for quite some time...so I hurried over to join my insane DW.
Turns out Tinkershell wasnt crazy....who knew? Instead, it seemed that someone had tipped her off that the illusive Dream Team was located just inside the entrance to Walt Disney: One Mans Dream....and that's why my entire family was now wind-milling their arms and loudly cawing like crows in an effort to get my attention. Except for Pal Mickey...who was off using a snack credit for a venti soy caramel frappichino extra whip. You've got to admit....it was devilishly clever of the Dream Team to hide in an attraction entitled One Mans Dream. Oh...by the way...WDW was still in the middle of their Year of a Million Dreams deal. Did I forget to mention that? Not surprising...because Im a bit of a dullard. Also, we hadnt seen hide nor hair of the Dream Team on our entire trip.....and if we werent winning anything...then its not really a news worthy item. I realize that this may be a little hard to believe.....but there are actually a few boring details about our trip that I leave out.
Anyway, we huddled up outside One Mans Dream to put together our game plan. We didn't feel like it would be in our own best interest to let the Dream Team know we had been tipped off to their presence by some chick who had never heard the expression "loose lips sink ships"....because that might violate the spirit of the promotion...and we could end up with bupkus. Instead....we decided to act surprised. Thats why....as soon as we entered the door....I loudly exclaimed Oh good heavens....its the Dream Team!"....then I gave Pal Mickey a little nudge with my elbow and gave the kids a big wink...so I wouldn't look suspicious. Was it an Oscar winning performance? Probably not. Did it get the job done? Oh yeaaaaaaah.
So we emerged from One Mans Dream with four shiny blue dream fastpasses hanging around our necks. Pal Mickey didnt get one.....there was some technicality about him being ineligible because he was a Disney character. Boy...that was unlucky. Well...hopefully he got all the bad mojo out of his sytem...because sometimes these things tend to snowball. Anyway, I believe it was English author Gladys Brown Stern...probably best known for her novel the Ugly Dachshund... who wrote "silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone"...or was that grammy award winning singer Gladys Knight & the Pips...who if I'm not mistaken, just happened to own an ugly dachshund...I always get those two mixed up. In our case, we didnt even stick around for the show. We just grabbed our dream fastpasses and hit the exit. Hows that for gratitude.
Next up: Chpt 33 - More MGM stuff...probably.
We were up bright and early the next morning....because Tinkershells non-negotiable itinerary was none to happy about the fact that we had slept in the day before. It started barking orders at us from the bedside table....calling us worthless and weak...and threatening us with bodily harm if we didnt make rope drop at the Park formerly known as Disney MGM. That got Pal Mickey all crabby....because he was not a morning mouse in the first place... so it doesnt take much to push his buttons...which were located in his hands and tummy by the way. Next thing I know...those two were going at it like Simon and Paula.....or Kara DioGuardi and the bikini girl if you prefer. It got so bad that I was afraid they were going to disturb the neighbors.....so I had to put Pal Mickey and Tinkershells itinerary in separate corners for a time-out. Dont give me that look Pal Mickey....maybe next time you'll think twice before biting the itinerary.
We did, in fact, arrive at MGM in time for rope drop....which in turn made Pal Mickey feel bad because he claimed the itinerary always gets its way...and that we never do anything he wants to do. Honestly, all of this drama was simply because Pal Mickey doesnt like mornings. As soon as he gets a little coffee in him.....hed be right as rain. Yup....a cup of coffee in the morning...and a couple of spoonfuls of benadryl at night...that's pretty much the secret to handling Pal Mickey.
Is it just me...or is that Kate Gosselin over Pal Mickey's shoulder? But where's Jon? Hmmmmm...interesting.
The MGM rope drop was pretty cool. Everybody was crammed together on Hollywood Blvd and they picked a family out of the crowd to open the park. Did they make an enormous mistake by not picking the Panic Attacks? Well, I dont think theres any question about that. But, the family they selected did a serviceable job... albeit slightly unenthusiastic. I'm pretty sure we would have brought a little more pizzazz to the production.
As soon as they dropped the rope...we did our patented quick walk which is definitely not a run because thats a Disney no-no to Rockn Rollercoaster. According to Tinkershells non-negotiable...and now slightly gnawed itinerary, we were supposed to immediately ride RNRC and then grab fastpasses for later...but our kids were still not 100% convinced that they were onboard with the whole fastest rollercoaster in Disney idea. We briefly considered drugging them...or slipping them a mickey if you prefer..... and making them ride without their knowledge... but then theyd be groggy for the rest of the morning. Plus...Id slipped my last mickey to Pal Mickey a couple of days ago in order to get him on the Jungle Cruise. Anyway...since I was fresh out of mickeys....and I didn't have a mickey source at WDW.....we went with plan B....we bribed them.
Looks like a typical Tinkershell parking job to me
While I waited in line for the fastpasses, the rest of the family was supposed go on ahead and meet me at TGMR....so I was a little concerned when I didnt find them there. I did a quick scan of the area to see if there were any "don't feed the birds" signs....because that's where I typically find Tinkershell....up to her elbows in bird seed. Thats about the time I noticed her over by Mickey Ave waving frantically for me to come over. She was wildly wind-milling her arms....and making loud cawing noises like a crow...all in some bizarre effort to get my attention. You should see what she does when she's not trying to be discrete. Well...obviously she had lost her mind, but I had little recourse...because our marriage vows had been crystal clear on the fact that it was until death do us part only....even though I had tried to shoe-horn a mental illness clause in there just before "I do". Anyway, I had suspected this day had been coming for quite some time...so I hurried over to join my insane DW.
Turns out Tinkershell wasnt crazy....who knew? Instead, it seemed that someone had tipped her off that the illusive Dream Team was located just inside the entrance to Walt Disney: One Mans Dream....and that's why my entire family was now wind-milling their arms and loudly cawing like crows in an effort to get my attention. Except for Pal Mickey...who was off using a snack credit for a venti soy caramel frappichino extra whip. You've got to admit....it was devilishly clever of the Dream Team to hide in an attraction entitled One Mans Dream. Oh...by the way...WDW was still in the middle of their Year of a Million Dreams deal. Did I forget to mention that? Not surprising...because Im a bit of a dullard. Also, we hadnt seen hide nor hair of the Dream Team on our entire trip.....and if we werent winning anything...then its not really a news worthy item. I realize that this may be a little hard to believe.....but there are actually a few boring details about our trip that I leave out.
Anyway, we huddled up outside One Mans Dream to put together our game plan. We didn't feel like it would be in our own best interest to let the Dream Team know we had been tipped off to their presence by some chick who had never heard the expression "loose lips sink ships"....because that might violate the spirit of the promotion...and we could end up with bupkus. Instead....we decided to act surprised. Thats why....as soon as we entered the door....I loudly exclaimed Oh good heavens....its the Dream Team!"....then I gave Pal Mickey a little nudge with my elbow and gave the kids a big wink...so I wouldn't look suspicious. Was it an Oscar winning performance? Probably not. Did it get the job done? Oh yeaaaaaaah.
So we emerged from One Mans Dream with four shiny blue dream fastpasses hanging around our necks. Pal Mickey didnt get one.....there was some technicality about him being ineligible because he was a Disney character. Boy...that was unlucky. Well...hopefully he got all the bad mojo out of his sytem...because sometimes these things tend to snowball. Anyway, I believe it was English author Gladys Brown Stern...probably best known for her novel the Ugly Dachshund... who wrote "silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone"...or was that grammy award winning singer Gladys Knight & the Pips...who if I'm not mistaken, just happened to own an ugly dachshund...I always get those two mixed up. In our case, we didnt even stick around for the show. We just grabbed our dream fastpasses and hit the exit. Hows that for gratitude.
Next up: Chpt 33 - More MGM stuff...probably.
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