The Day the Mickey Died - In memoriam: Pal Mickey

[PirateFish989]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!





Pal Mickey is...gone.



I mourn your loss, Panic Attacks.

 

[wdwlovin'family]

NOOOOOOO! Not Pal Mickey! Maybe me wandered away and found a good home.

A few years back, we had a cat that ran away. We searched for her for weeks to no avail. We never saw her dead on the side of the road or anything like that, so we always hoped that someone found her and gave her a nice home -- it was just easier to think and cope with it that way.

How is Woobie holding up?

 

[erinch]

When our DS was little, in addition to the food allergies, he also had the kind of asthma that means the only pets you get to have are ones with scales. We started with a turtleonatello, but he became psychotic, and banged his head bloody wanting to head north. So we had a blessing ceremony and sent him north. Since that was 17 years ago, he's probably to the next county by now. Then we had a lizard: Donatello. Donny the lizard came to a quick end when he was fallen and couldn't get up right on top of the heating pad under the tank that Donatello the Turtle used to live in, and subsequently fried. Then we cheated, and got Snowball the hamster, but told him he had to live in the basement away from asthma-boy's bedroom, but on Christmas Eve, like magic, Snowball had 18 babies! Snowball was a girl! So we all went off to the church for the family enterprise of running the Christmas Eve service, and came home with Silent Night ringing in our ears, and candle wax glazing our robes, and the miracle of birth in our house as well as the manger, and there was Snowball and ... ummm, 18 cute little half-gnawed carcasses. Snowball was a girl cannibal! Then she got wet tail and died, but we didn't miss her much.

So then we started the family business of having ball python snakes, Monty 1, Monty 2, Monty 3, Monty 4, and Monty 5. Monty 1 was anorexic, and we had to feed it through a stomach tube till it died. Monty 2 was mean, and we gave him to a biker with Momma tattooed on his neck. But Monty 3 was sweet, and would cuddle up with you to play a little Nintendo. But one day, when trying to clear the castle in Super Mario World got just a little too exciting, Monty 3 crawled away. It was July. Then on New Year's Eve, I went downstairs to the sight of 8 9 year old males jumping all around like they'd smuggled a keg into the family room. but no! Monty 3, who had crawled away in July, came crawling out of my book room in December, twice as big, but still cuddly. And after that we had to bring in the exterminators to deal with our sudden mouse problem.

So maybe there is hope yet that Pal Mickey will come crawling out from some forgotten hole. Unless of course, our exterminators got him.

 

[cmskok]

I am transfixed by your TR...and so sorry for your loss.....what a loss to all of the Disney community...rest in peace, pal Mickey

 

[TK Brown]

Even though I knew this was coming, I still feel the pain.....

 

[tlenzendorf]

Ohh poor Pal Mickey

 

[KGH]

Just dropping in to say that is is definately one of the most entertaining TRs I have EVER read.



Actually, up until the last few updates, it was the most entertaining. Now, it has taken a distinctive turn towards "most saddening and heart-wrenching."

 

[My sister's princess]

My heart goes out to you and your family. Even though I have only known pal Mickey through THE MOST AMAZING TRIP REPORT EVER!!!!!! I feel like I have lost a little bit of myself

 

[skywaywaver]

Here's the totally well-meant but makes-you-wonder-what-I-was-thinking bit of advice:
"But you can always get another!" And for only about the same cost as a human child too.

I kind of hope that this is like the tail of that dog that gets lost when the family moves but turns up a year later at their new house. So maybe Pal Mickey is in Michigan (?) right now!

(Do know that this sunny disposition does not come naturally to me. But your TR has brought out the best in me. Or I am just really sucking up so you'll keep writing.)

 

[wannago2disney]

He's gone?....NO....NO...I just wasn't ready for this...I was away...just got back....didn't get a chance to say goodbye even

 

[CarolinaChick]

Poor Pal Mickey! I can't believe some sinister person would find him and not turn him in to lost and found. On the other hand the 'theif' is probably one of those selfish, mean spirited people that tears the wings off butterflies. He/She is probably has probably made a career out of finding poor little lost Pal Mickey's in the parks and listing them on eBay for over $150.

I hope I am wrong, so please post yet another entertaining chapter, tell me Pal Mickey was found, and restore my faith in humanity.

 

[DisneyMomLiz]

Say it isn't so?!

Alas, poor Pal Mickey! I knew him well, PPA, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy...

 

[Peter Panic Attack]

Wow I wanted to post a comment but I don't know what to say.

I am sorry for you, and your family's loss.

My worst fears confirmed.....he's living with another family now

Thank you for your kind words.

The horror. the horror. Pal Mickey we hardley knew thee. Excuse me while i wipe the tears from my eyes and blow my nose.

Just goes to show that you never know how much time you've got.

I'm sorry for the loss of a beloved family member.

I hope some little girl didn't find him, change him into a dress and now calls him "Pal Minnie".

Do they still sell Pal Mickeys? Not that you can ever replace a family member. Whoever found him and didn't turn him in should be ashamed!

Thank you for your sympathetic words. Sadly, Pal Mickey has been discontinued....and you're right....he would be irreplaceable anyway....probably.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!



Pal Mickey is...gone.



I mourn your loss, Panic Attacks.

Thank you for your support. Woobie loves the message under your signature by the way.

NOOOOOOO! Not Pal Mickey! Maybe me wandered away and found a good home.

A few years back, we had a cat that ran away. We searched for her for weeks to no avail. We never saw her dead on the side of the road or anything like that, so we always hoped that someone found her and gave her a nice home -- it was just easier to think and cope with it that way.

How is Woobie holding up?

When Pal Mickey first was lost....we knew he would find a way back to us if he could....because he was very resourceful. That's why we knew it was bad when he couldn't be found.

Woobie was probably the one it hurt the most....but she's a survivor.

I am transfixed by your TR...and so sorry for your loss.....what a loss to all of the Disney community...rest in peace, pal Mickey

Thank you

Even though I knew this was coming, I still feel the pain.....

There's no way to prepare for something like this.

Ohh poor Pal Mickey

Breaks your heart, doesn't it?

Just dropping in to say that is is definately one of the most entertaining TRs I have EVER read.



Actually, up until the last few updates, it was the most entertaining. Now, it has taken a distinctive turn towards "most saddening and heart-wrenching."

Thanks. As the story concludes....you'll see that Pal Mickey's was a life to celebrate...not lament.

My heart goes out to you and your family. Even though I have only known pal Mickey through THE MOST AMAZING TRIP REPORT EVER!!!!!! I feel like I have lost a little bit of myself

Pal Mickey was like that.....he touched everyone he came in contact with.

Here's the totally well-meant but makes-you-wonder-what-I-was-thinking bit of advice:
"But you can always get another!" And for only about the same cost as a human child too.

I kind of hope that this is like the tail of that dog that gets lost when the family moves but turns up a year later at their new house. So maybe Pal Mickey is in Michigan (?) right now!

(Do know that this sunny disposition does not come naturally to me. But your TR has brought out the best in me. Or I am just really sucking up so you'll keep writing.)

It's true that there are still ways to obtain a Pal Mickey....but they are unregulated and risky....and expensive as you pointed out.

Pal Mickey seemed to make everyone happy......it was his gift to people.

He's gone?....NO....NO...I just wasn't ready for this...I was away...just got back....didn't get a chance to say goodbye even

That's the worst part in a situation like this. There is no closure.

Poor Pal Mickey! I can't believe some sinister person would find him and not turn him in to lost and found. On the other hand the 'theif' is probably one of those selfish, mean spirited people that tears the wings off butterflies. He/She is probably has probably made a career out of finding poor little lost Pal Mickey's in the parks and listing them on eBay for over $150.

I hope I am wrong, so please post yet another entertaining chapter, tell me Pal Mickey was found, and restore my faith in humanity.

Sadly, the same things that make Pal Mickeys so wonderful.... also make them very popular on the plush inter-active toy blackmarket.

 

[tlenzendorf]

I'm wondering if maybe he thought it would work out with that redhead from POTC and he headed over there? Just think, maybe they have red furred Mini-Mickeys and Mini-Minnies running around, avoiding their baths at all costs(due to their unreasonable fear of water).

 

[Peter Panic Attack]

When our DS was little, in addition to the food allergies, he also had the kind of asthma that means the only pets you get to have are ones with scales. We started with a turtleonatello, but he became psychotic, and banged his head bloody wanting to head north. So we had a blessing ceremony and sent him north. Since that was 17 years ago, he's probably to the next county by now. Then we had a lizard: Donatello. Donny the lizard came to a quick end when he was fallen and couldn't get up right on top of the heating pad under the tank that Donatello the Turtle used to live in, and subsequently fried.

I think it was wise to give up on the name Donatello......because it wasn't exactly working out for the reptiles.

Then we cheated, and got Snowball the hamster, but told him he had to live in the basement away from asthma-boy's bedroom, but on Christmas Eve, like magic, Snowball had 18 babies! Snowball was a girl! So we all went off to the church for the family enterprise of running the Christmas Eve service, and came home with Silent Night ringing in our ears, and candle wax glazing our robes, and the miracle of birth in our house as well as the manger, and there was Snowball and ... ummm, 18 cute little half-gnawed carcasses. Snowball was a girl cannibal! Then she got wet tail and died, but we didn't miss her much.

Although.....apparently Snowball is even worse....and I wouldn't have seen that coming. That's got to put a damper on the Christmas festivities by the way.

So then we started the family business of having ball python snakes, Monty 1, Monty 2, Monty 3, Monty 4, and Monty 5. Monty 1 was anorexic, and we had to feed it through a stomach tube till it died. Monty 2 was mean, and we gave him to a biker with Momma tattooed on his neck. But Monty 3 was sweet, and would cuddle up with you to play a little Nintendo. But one day, when trying to clear the castle in Super Mario World got just a little too exciting, Monty 3 crawled away. It was July. Then on New Year's Eve, I went downstairs to the sight of 8 9 year old males jumping all around like they'd smuggled a keg into the family room. but no! Monty 3, who had crawled away in July, came crawling out of my book room in December, twice as big, but still cuddly. And after that we had to bring in the exterminators to deal with our sudden mouse problem.

So maybe there is hope yet that Pal Mickey will come crawling out from some forgotten hole. Unless of course, our exterminators got him.

Ahhhhh....Monty Python. Now we've stumbled upon the perfect name. I don't think we are ever going to see Pal Mickey crawl out from behind a bookcase however.

 

[Peter Panic Attack]

Say it isn't so?!

Alas, poor Pal Mickey! I knew him well, PPA, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy...

Look at you.....sneaking a little Hamlet in there.

I'm wondering if maybe he thought it would work out with that red head from POTC and he headed over there? Just think, maybe they have red-furred Mini-Mickeys and Mini-Minnies running around, avoiding their baths at all costs(due to that unreasonable fear of water).

Even though Pal Mickey had a powerful affinity for the redheaded ladies.....his unreasonable fear of commitment made it virtually impossible for him to settle down.

 

[erinch]

Although.....apparently Snowball is even worse....and I wouldn't have seen that coming. That's got to put a damper on the Christmas festivities by the way.

See, that's why Gremlins is the 3rd family Christmas flick (which after you come home from 2 or 3 services of creating Christmas Eve magic for everybody else, that's why you need a family tradition of watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation at 2 am while you wrap the presents you didn't have time to wrap because you were too busy arguing with the choir director about why you weren't going to let Ann the Soprano with a Vibrato you can drive a truck through sing O Holy Night as a solo) -- anyway, that's why Gremlins is the 3rd family Christmas flick:

Kate: The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh, God. It was so horrible. It was Christmas Eve. I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. So Mom called the office. No answer. Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top. And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. And instead they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney... his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.

When you have Snowball the Hamster eating exactly half of all of her babies, the only way to explain that to your children is to show them Gremlins.

I bet that Pal Mickey is going to have a new career as a Flat Stanley kind of guy, and pretty soon you'll be getting chain letters from all over with Flat Pal Mickey posed in improbable places.

 

[mom3sonstt]

B-b-but I was so sure that he would be back safe and sound! I know the Title of this TR should have clued me in that I was probably mistaken, but having gotten used to your humor, I thought maybe the title was just a joke Made me go hug my own little Pirate Pal Mickey. Maybe we will even buy him a new outfit again this year - he already has his little tourister outfit (with a little stuffed camera that he has never taken a single picture with), last year we bought him a Pirate suit, but he hasn't found any pirate loot yet. Maybe if we buy him a rain poncho he (and us) will never get rained on!

 

[MrsSpratt]

Wah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Peter Panic Attack]

B-b-but I was so sure that he would be back safe and sound! I know the Title of this TR should have clued me in that I was probably mistaken, but having gotten used to your humor, I thought maybe the title was just a joke Made me go hug my own little Pirate Pal Mickey. Maybe we will even buy him a new outfit again this year - he already has his little tourister outfit (with a little stuffed camera that he has never taken a single picture with), last year we bought him a Pirate suit, but he hasn't found any pirate loot yet. Maybe if we buy him a rain poncho he (and us) will never get rained on!

You know....I think it would have made Pal Mickey very happy to know that his story might help strengthen the magic between other Pal Mickey's and their families.

If your Pal Mickey is anything like our was....a rain poncho would be the perfect gift.

Wah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thats right.....just let it out MrsSpratt. Just let it all out.