On my recent family trip to Disney World, which I talked about here and here, there were many parks visited and many characters met and photographed. Strangely, though, it seemed that one was more elusive than I would have thought. A certain mouse, who some might call “the boss of Disney.” (Some = my 4 year old son).
As we journeyed through park after park, visiting shows and rides and character events . . . somehow, we did not get to see Mickey! Mickey, where are you? It seemed as if a sighting of that famous rodent was as rare as seeing a well-mannered, sober and punctual Lindsay Lohan.
Even though we couldn’t seem to get face to face with Mickey the Mouse, his presence was felt and sensed everywhere we went. It was almost like he was mocking us.
Starting with the tickets to the parks. There’s his smiling face right there. Taunting us with the assumed promise of his eventual presence at the parks. Drawing us in like a siren song, only to crush our hopes and dreams on the rocks of Epcot.
And then . . . Mickey-shaped pancakes!! Ah, surely we will see him today, after such an auspicious start to the morning.
Topiary Mickey? Nope, just not the same as the real thing. But pretty, nonetheless.
Hmm, now I feel as if you are just teasing us, Hollywood Studios. Just the outline? Those ears kept popping up all over the place. It’s like they were following us . . . teasing, mocking, calling us names. For shame, Mickey ears. For shame.
We finally thought we found him, but alas, it was only a tiny puppet sized Mickey. Only even half of him. Disappointing.
All of this incessant and fruitless searching, made me very thirsty. Very thirsty. So, I decided that I would take a break for a couple tropical drinks from the poolside bar. Mmmmm. Wait, who were we searching for again?
Back to the search . . . I knew I was getting closer when I found Mickey’s balls.
There he is! There’s Mickey! But . . . he’s so far away. How on earth will I ever get to hug him and squeeze him when he’s up so high on a moving float that is travelling right on by me? Oh Mickey. We were so close!
Obviously, I needed another drink to soothe my poor battered searching soul. This was one I had my eye on all week, so I figured what better time to have a relaxing brew. Even if it was non-alcoholic.
Wait, what’s this now? Backstage magic with Mickey Mouse? MEET the master magician? Oh boy, I think I might have actually found him. He’s been hiding in this secret room the whole time!! I will finally get to meet the big cheese himself. Mickey Freakin’ Mouse!
It was everything I imagined it would be and more. As you can tell from the above picture, I couldn’t stop smiling or hugging Mickey when I met him. I felt like I was in the presence of greatness. He was just a super nice and sweet little mouse, and I was so happy that I was finally able to track him down. Even if it did almost take the entire week to suss him out of his little hidey hole. Oh Mickey. You’re so fine. You’re so fine, you blow my mind. Hey, Mickey.