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    Need Help on a project for the Disney Archives.

    I used to work for Disneyland, on Main Street. While employed for the mouse I was working with Dave Smith on a "Dossier" of Main Street kind of like how the Jungle Cruise Skippers have their "Survival Guide". Since I no longer work at the park my process on the project has been very slow. Does anyone have recordings of the window conversations (Piano teacher, Dentist's office, Hotel Marceline) or party line conversation from the Market House?

    One of the biggest parts of the projects was a new listing of the storefront addresses... the archive list hasnt been updated since 1987 and a complete list of the dedication windows on main street... I will be making these sections public through Daveland's blog.
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    Re: Need Help on a project for the Disney Archives.

    That's a really nice roundabout way to ask for someone to send you audio files from main street...

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    Re: Need Help on a project for the Disney Archives.

    yeah, what I have so far in the current drafts is made up of hours walking Main street after my shift to write everything down... but now since i dont get in for free its kinda hard to sit in front of the cone shop and write down the dialogue... ive got a portion of the party line conversation written down but need to finish the rest of it. I find it amazing that none of this is on a webpage somewhere, but i havent found it yet. I started the whole project as my way of working towards becoming a training lead but since the dumb managers in my old area consider me non-rehirable makes it kinda pointless, but I made a promise to Dave Smith, the City Hall Tour Guides, and my old Opera House Leads to get them copies when i was done.
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    Re: Need Help on a project for the Disney Archives.

    The Partyline:


    Sergeant: Is there somebody on the line?

    Quentin Spoon:: That you, Mick?

    Sergeant: Yeah. Is that you, Quentin? What's all the ruckus? Is there a fire or something?

    Quentin Spoon: Nope, just a false alarm, I guess.

    Sergeant: Well, then get off the line Quentin. I've got an important phone call to make.

    Quentin Spoon: Okay, then. Talk to you later. (hangs up)

    Sergeant: (singing) "When Irish eyes are smiling…"

    (ringing phone)

    Hezekiah Bird: (sound of birds squawking in background) Good morning, Bird Seed and Feed Company, Hezekiah Bird, Proprietor. "We've got seed for your need."

    Sergeant: Save your breath, Hezekiah.

    Hezekiah Bird: Good morning, Sergeant. How are you today?

    Sergeant: Never better, Hezekiah. I'll have you know that me and the boys at the station house have taken possession of a brand new paddy wagon.

    Hezekiah Bird: Well, what do you know?

    Sergeant: Listen, Hezekiah, I was wonderin' if you'd be on to doin' us a wee little favor…?

    Hezekiah Bird: Always willing to help an officer of the Law. It's my civic duty, you know.

    Sergeant: Knew I could count on you. Now, can you keep a secret?

    Hezekiah Bird: Of course.

    Sergeant: Well, this morning, me and some of the boys took the car for a little spin, a test drive, you might say. And well, we had a…uh…altercation with Mr. Harrington's oak tree.

    Hezekiah Bird: Oh, my!

    Sergeant: Dented the fender pretty bad, and well… Hezekiah, d'ya hear somethin'?

    Hezekiah Bird: Why, yes, I can hear someone breathing.

    Sergeant: Is that you, Mrs. Anderson? Come on now, we can hear you breathin', pretendin' like you're not listening in.

    Gertrude Anderson: I was not listening in, I was just trying to hear if the line was free, so I might call my friend Jamie over at the Ribbons & Bows.

    Sergeant: Gertrude, you were just tryin' to hear what Hezekiah and I were talkin' about.

    Gertrude Anderson: I certainly was not! I do not, Gentleman, engage in gossip. And besides, what do I care that that old paddy wagon was destroyed by poor Mr. Harrington's oak tree? There are more important things to be concerned about.

    Sergeant: Now don't get yourself in a tizzy, Gertrude.

    Gertrude Anderson: Well what is this world coming to, I ask you? Just the other day, I saw that new piano teacher, Miss Sarah Fields, and I saw it with my own two eyes mind you, this is not secondhand, ridin' on the trolley with the new dance instructor. They were holding hands, as brazen as a pair of blue jays.

    Sergeant: Say now, that is quite a piece of gossip, Gertrude.

    Gertrude Anderson: Gossip? I thought you should know about it, Sergeant. I'm only doin' my civic duty!

    Sergeant: Well now, Gertrude, there's no law against people sparkin', you know. You ought to try it sometime.

    Gertrude Anderson: Well, well… Well, I… I never! (hangs up)

    Sergeant: I don't doubt it. Anyway… Hezekiah, back to the paddy wagon.

    Hezekiah Bird: You were saying?

    Sergeant: Well, I was wonderin' if we could use your barn, to… hide it from His Honor, The Mayor. Just until we get it fixed, mind you.

    Hezekiah Bird: Oh dear, at present, I'm storing my excess avians out in the barn, you see. But I suppose…

    Sergeant: Great! I'm glad to hear you say that, Hezekiah, because, well, I already took the liberty of puttin' it inside your barn this mornin'.

    Hezekiah: Oh, dear, I have several cages of parrots and cockatoos in the rafters, you know.

    Sergeant: Is that a problem?

    Hezekiah Bird: Only to the paddy wagon's paint job, I should think.

    Sergeant: You're a pal, Hezekiah! I won't forget you for this. Tell you what, I'll be sure and send you and the little woman free tickets to the Policeman's Ball.

    Hezekiah Bird: Oh, that'll be nice. I'm sure that will please my wife, Thelma.

    Sergeant: Thanks, again, Hezekiah.

    Hezekiah: Always glad to help, Sergeant. Goodbye.

    (sound of old-fashioned telephone ringing)

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: (sound of flames in background) Hello? Is anyone there?

    Quentin Spoon: Hello? I've got it, Eugenia!

    Mrs. Thelma Bird Hello? Oh, thank goodness! I want to report a fire! My barn is burning, and there's lots of smoke, and I can see the flames coming through the door! Please, come quick!

    Quentin Spoon: A fire, did you say? Well, then you'll need to speak to the Fire Chief.

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: Who are you?

    Quentin Spoon: Quentin Spoon, city postmaster, at your service.

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: But I thought, I rang the fire station...

    Quentin Spoon: This is a fire station, and the post office, and the general store..

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: I need the Fire Chief, my barn is burning down!

    Quentin Spoon: All righty, just a minute!

    (more sounds of the fire, and a donkey braying)

    Quentin Spoon: Hello! Quentin Spoon, city Fire Chief here!

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: You're the Fire Chief, too?!

    Quentin Spoon: Yep, a fella's gotta wear many hats in this town.

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: Why didn't you say so?

    Quentin Spoon: I had to get my Fire Chief's hat! Ain't official without it!

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: Now can we please get back to my barn?

    Quentin Spoon: All righty! Now, let's see.. could you please give me your name?

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: I'm Mrs. Thelma Bird, I live at 23 Elm Tree Lane.

    Quentin Spoon: Okee Dokey, now where did I put that pencil? Be right back!

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: Hurry, please!

    Quentin Spoon: Now, was that Mrs. Bird?

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: B-I-R-D. BIRD.

    Quentin Spoon: Let's see. Uh, B... did you say Y?

    Mrs. Thelma Bird No! I! I said I-R-D!!

    Quentin Spoon: Now there's no call to go screaming at me, Mrs. Ird. I'm not deaf, you know.

    Gertrude Anderson: Thelma Bird! You can show a little more respect to our dear Quentin Spoon!

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: Who is this? Gertrude? Gertrude Anderson? You get off this line right now!

    Quentin Spoon: Now what can I do for you, Gertrude?

    Gertrude Anderson: Well, Quentin, I just wanted to know if my package of peacock feathers has arrived yet.

    Quentin Spoon: Oooh, sounds like this call is for my postmaster's hat. Be right back!

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: Wait! Gertude, get off the line! This is an emergency!

    Gertrude Anderson: Hmmph! And I suppose my missing package of peacock feathers is NOT an emergency?!

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: Gertrude! HANG UP!!

    Gertrude Anderson: Well!! I never!! You'd think her house was burning down!

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: Now! Can we get back to the fire?

    Quentin Spoon: All right then.. now what was that address?

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: 23 Elm Tree Lane, on the corner.

    Quentin Spoon: Well, now, which corner is that? Is that the northwest corner, the northeast corner...?

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: It's the only corner with a burning barn on it, you old coot!

    (horrible sound of the barn collapsing)

    Quentin Spoon: Well, that will make it easy to find!

    (more terrible sounds coming from the barn)

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: Oooh!

    Quentin Spoon: Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Ird. We'll have a fire truck out there in no time.

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: Never mind, Chief Spoon. Don't bother to send a truck.

    Quentin Spoon: What? Are you telling me there's no fire?

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: No, no fire.

    Quentin Spoon: Hmmm....

    Mrs. Thelma Bird: There is nothing left to put out. Good day, Mr. Spoon.

    Quentin Spoon: Well, don't that just beat all!!

    (hangs up the phone)


    [call now returns to beginning of conversation]
    The Piano teacher:

    Piano teacher: Let's pick up where we left off last week. Scales, please!

    (sound of scales playing haphazardly on a piano)

    Piano teacher: Oh! Oh! F Sharp! Second finger. Continue!

    (sound of scales playing haphazardly on a piano)

    Piano teacher: No, no no. Be careful, be careful!

    (sound of scales playing haphazardly on a piano)

    Piano teacher: Remember what we learned! (slaps her hand with a ruler)

    Student: Not the ruler! Anything but the ruler!

    Piano teacher: Very well, let's see your progress with last week's song. You may begin.

    (student plays the song, poorly at best, gets better as he goes along)

    (Piano teacher slaps student with the ruler)

    Student: Ouch!

    Piano teacher: Slow down! Count!

    (student begins again, Piano teacher hits him again with the ruler)

    Student: Ouch!

    Piano teacher: Count! One and two and three and four..listen to the metranome!

    (student begins again, Piano teacher hits him again with the ruler)

    Student: Ouch!

    Piano teacher: Let's hear your progress on last week's concerto.

    (student begins playing)

    Piano teacher: Good! Now, continue, and I shall return in a moment.

    (door closes, student switches from classical music to a ragtime ditty... door opens, student switches back to classical piece)

    Piano teacher: Very good! Much better!

    (door closes again, student switches from classical piece to the ragtime ditty... door opens, student switches back to classical piece)

    Piano teacher: Good! Very good!

    (door closes a third time, student switches from classical music to the ragtime ditty)

    Piano teacher: Well now, let's hear your exercises!

    (student begins playing haphazardly, and giggles)

    Piano teacher: Again, please!

    (student continues playing, missing a few notes, laughs to himself)

    Piano teacher: Concentrate! Concentrate, please! Again!

    (student continues playing, improving just a bit, giggles again)

    Piano teacher: Again, please!

    (student continues playing, missing a few notes, laughs to himself)

    Piano teacher: Again, please!

    (student continues playing, missing a few notes, laughs to himself)

    Piano teacher: Again, concentrate, concentrate, please!

    (student laughs to himself, continues playing, missing a few notes, )

    Piano teacher: Again, please!

    (student bangs out scales on piano, piano crashes)

    Piano teacher: Oh, Good Lord!
    The Dentist office:

    nurse: Dr. Bits, the next patient is ready!

    Dr. Bits: Open wide, this won't hurt a bit!

    (sound of dentist drill and patient screaming)

    Dr. Bits: Okay, now now now...these are the most modern methods! Strap his feet down...

    (patient continues to scream)

    Dr. Bits: Okay... steady..there! All done, Mr. Jones, good as new. Mr. Jones?

    (sound of patient collapsing on floor)

    female voice: Next! Dr. Bits, the next patient is ready!

    patient: Hello, Doctor.

    Dr. Bits: Oh, fine, please begin adminstering the laughing gas.

    patient: Lauging gas?

    nurse: Gas on. Breathe deeply now, open wide!

    (sound of patient inhaling the gas, and begins to giggle)

    Dr. Bits: Pliers, nurse!

    Patient: Pliers? Pliers!

    Dr. Bits: Thank you!

    (horrible sounds of a tooth being pulled.)

    Dr. Bits: Gonna be a nasty one, gonna have to help me with this..one.. two...grab on my back..now get ready, set now..and three!.

    (more sounds of the tooth being pulled, then breaking glass, and the patient sighing in relief)

    Dr. Bits: Well, isn't that a pretty picture? Now just look at the mirror, isn't that beautiful?

    (patient laughs uncontrollably)

    Patient: Hey! You pulled the wrong tooth!

    (patient laughs uncontrollably, walks out the door)

    Nurse: Dr. Bits, your patient is ready. Open wide!

    Patient: Ahhhh!

    Dr. Bits: Thank you, Nurse. Chisel, please!

    Nurse: Chisel, Doctor.

    Patient: Chisel?

    Dr. Bits: Thank you. Okay...

    (sounds of heavy metal clanking, and patient screaming in pain)

    Patient: No, no no!

    Dr. Bits: Got it, got it, got it! Missed it! Okay, try again, try again...easy, easy, easy.. oh, there we go..

    (sounds of heavy metal clanking)

    Dr. Bits: Got it! Eureka!

    (patient moans)

    Nurse: Next! Dr. Molare, Dr. Bits is ready to demonstrate on you. Ready?

    Dr. Molare: (mumbles okay)

    (sound of a power drill)

    Nurse: The drill is ready, Doctor.

    Dr. Molare: Drill? Drill?

    Dr. Bits: Lauging gas, please.

    (sound of patient inhaling the gas, and begins to giggle)

    Dr. Bits: Now watch closely as we bore out the cavity.

    (horrible sounds of drilling and crunching, patient giggles)

    Dr. Bits: More gas, if you will.

    (more horrible sounds of drilling and crunching, patient giggles)

    Dr. Bits: Oooh, heh heh... Nurse, bit number seven, please.

    Dr. Molare: (giggles) Bit number seven? Bit number seven! (laughs)

    Dr. Bits: Slippery little devil, isn't it? Heh!

    (even more horrible sounds of drilling and crunching)

    Dr. Bits: Ooops!

    Dr. Molare: (giggles in pain)

    Dr. Bits: You look good with three nostrils!

    (Yet more horrible sounds of drilling and crunching)

    Dr. Bits: There, there, there. Voila, as they say. All done. Thank you for volunteering, Dr. Molare.

    (sounds of patient collapsing on the floor)

    Dr. Bits: Hey! Dr. Molare! Doctor?
    The piano teacher and Dentist are transcribed from the Disneyland Forever releases, they may not be complete, but it's a good start.

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    Re: Need Help on a project for the Disney Archives.

    I never knew there were sounds like this on main street?

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    Re: Need Help on a project for the Disney Archives.

    There are other sounds--there's a man performing his daily bathroom routine after waking up...

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    Re: Need Help on a project for the Disney Archives.

    Quote Originally Posted by Sosai X View Post

    The piano teacher and Dentist are transcribed from the Disneyland Forever releases, they may not be complete, but it's a good start.
    thanks so much! I'll have to send you a copy of the dossier when im finished!
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    Re: Need Help on a project for the Disney Archives.

    Quote Originally Posted by Steve DeGaetano View Post
    There are other sounds--there's a man performing his daily bathroom routine after waking up...
    LOL !!! I'll never forget the first time I sat down with my ice cream cone and heard the "sounds" down this little side street.
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