So when we last left off there was debate about restraining orders and whether Buzzy was going to be locked in the room to sleep it off while Nannette and I went out for breakfast the next morning. Although we tried to keep very quiet while we got ready, Buzzy did manage to wake up just before we snuck out the door. He did a quick comb over of his tentacles or what ever they are called, and flew screaming toward the car yelling "Shot Gun" for our breakfast trip over to Kouzzina.
Nanette and I were dreading breakfast as this was a table service restaurant and Buzzy is not known for his manners when visiting these types of establishments. He's the type of fly who has no boundaries and he thinks nothing of table hopping to chat and sample food from other guest's plates. We once saw a women swat so vigorously at him that most people thought she was having convulsions, but we knew it was just Buzzy paying her an unwanted visit. Knowing all of this ahead of time we planned on trying to divert Buzzy's attention, much like a toddler, and keep him occupied with the sugar packets. We also thought it prudent to request to be seated outside to keep down the potential number of Buzzy victims who were eating inside the restaurant.
Imagine our shock when it turned out that Buzzy was not the most misbehaving guest at breakfast! Unbeknownst to us he had invited a flock of foul mannered grackles to crash breakfast.
Upon seeing Buzzy arrive, the guests sitting next to us quickly left their table, abandoning the sad remains of their meal in a effort to avoid 'kisses from Buzzy'. Seeing this, Buzzy gave the all clear signal and in swooped a gaggle of grackles! They made a bee line for the butter and jelly and their table manners were just as bad as Buzzy's. Nannette and I enjoyed watching one grackle pig out on so much butter his beak was covered in it. Jelly was another bird favorite and tug of wars ensued over the jelly containers. Somewhere on the roof of one of the Boardwalk buildings there must be cases and cases of empty jelly containers from these bird burglaries.
Eventually the wait staff at the restaurant came out and cleared the table, but not before the wild life picked it clean. The staff carefully set the table for the next guests and went back inside, leaving the table unattended. Nannette and I enjoyed another show as the birds swooped back down to the table and started stealing, of all things, the DIET sweetener packets of Splenda. We quickly decided that these were the dumbest birds in all of Disney but Buzzy reasoned that with all that butter in their diets they had to make cutbacks somewhere....
After our delicious breakfast at Kouzinna we decided to walk it off with a trip around the International Showcase. Buzzy had eaten too much and he was whining loudly about Nan and I renting a stroller and pushing him around Epcot. We offered to rent him a locker instead with the promise that maybe we would let him out, maybe we would forget, especially if he didn't stop complaining.
As we passed Germany Buzzy said he was getting thirsty and he wanted to stop for a drink. We were hoping he meant a diet soda but he proceeded directly for the Jägermeister cart and helped himself, uninvited, to every bottle and tap, much to the consternation of the Fräulein working the cart. She took a swing at him with her "Pretzel of death" but sadly she missed and he lived to see another day.
We managed to get all the way to Future World when Nannette and I decided to play a trick on Buzzy. We lured him into "Club Cool" with the promise that he could drown his sorrows in the latest Apéritif from Italy. Having never partaken, he fell for it and I captured his Beverly face in this shot.
If you look closely (VERY closely) you can see his little labella twisted up in a sour knot. As Nelson from the Simpson's says:
We next made our way around the World Showcase and Buzzy insisted on stopping at the DVC kiosk and trying to hit them up for some freebies. As luck would have it they were having a member reception that night so Buzzy, knowing that there would be food and drink involved, tried to act like he was a member so he could pry the location and start time out of the CM. Nannette was frantically waving the CM off so that he wouldn't spill the beans to our party crashing fly. Eventually the CM caught on and told Buzzy that the DVC event was being held at Universal that night. None the wiser, Buzzy said that he would be there and suddenly Nannette and I got the happy feeling that we might be free of him later on in the evening.
By now Buzzy was starting to get tired so we tried to talk him into going back to "Club Cool" for more Beverly but he opted for a refreshing iced coffee. Unfortunately he became enamored with the honey bear and insisted on having half a bottle poured into his cup.
This proved to be quite the mistake as Buzzy, who was now amped up on buckets of caffeinated honey, INSISTED on visiting all of his friends at the Beach Club. Nannette and I looked at each other warily thinking that this was not the time to let Buzzy loose on the resort but we DID want to see Teena and we didn't know if we would get the chance again. Reluctantly we turned toward the Beach Club, hoping that Teena would bail two out of three of us out of jail if things turned ugly.....
Tune in later for the next installment Of Buzzy the Fly's trip with Nannette and Ninja Mom. Will this be the end of the road for dear old Buzzy or just the end of the road for this trip report?? Only time will tell....
~NM