It was an obscure and tempestuous night . . .
Mad Madame Momba, The Dark Pinch, and I had just survived the multitudinous Fantasmic! crowds swarming the New Orleans riverfront, and we were all looking for trouble.
: I know! Let's go summon the dead at the Mansion's secret graveyard!
: HUZZAH!!! It's NECROMANCY TIME!!!
When we got there, we noticed that the resident spooks had received our sympathetic vibrations, and were beginning to etherialize . . .
: Wooowww, look at all the spirit orbs!
: They taste like fungus and the color green!
: . . . Oh wow, they really do!
Then we began the appropriate incantations . . .
And then we were contacted by our first spirit of the night!
: You can haz cheezburger if you get loooooooonnnnnnng for us.
: Is this haunted cat ACTUALLY STRETCHING?! Or is it our imaginations?
But it was true! The cat really HAD become loooooooonnnnnnng for us, so we HAD to fork over the cheezburger.
Just then, we saw a pair of bony hands reach up from behind a vacant pedestal . . .
Followed by their equally bony owner . . .
My brother discovered he could sing falsetto.
The bony figure soon extended us an invitation to dine with him.
I responded with proper lady-like decorum and all due congeniality.
But it turned out to be an old friend shrouded in a daft disguise: Timmy, the infamous Haunted Mansion spook!
My brother appreciated the jest of the prank with great enthusiasm.
And Timmy rushed to greet us with open arms!
To which my brother responded with his usual good humor.
Then suddenly, to our surprise . . . HE DID THE MASH!!!
He did THE MANSION MASH!!!
The Mansion Mash: It was a graveyard smash!
The Mansion Mash: It caught on in a flash!
The Mansion Mash: We did the Mansion Mash!!!
Just then, I remembered something I'd been lugging around with me for the next time I ran into Timmy.
: Hey Timmy, Bubbadunne sent me this to give to you!
Timmy absolutely LOVED his personalized t-shirt, and was overjoyed to hear of the mass production of many other similarly witty, Timmy-themed articles of high fashion.
And just as Timmy disappeared into the tendrils of the night, the clock struck 12! The whole park was instantly turned into a pumpkin, and we were deposited neatly in line for the tram-ride back to the Mickey & Friends parking structure. All in all, not a very unusual trip for the three of us, except for one thing: we remembered to bring the camera this time!
And that just goes to show you all that I don't need to rely on my dolls to make my trip reports interesting.
Special thanks to:
Mad Madame Momba, for the camera-work
The Dark Pinch, for his face and the creative suggestions
Bubbadunne, for the Timmy shirt
Walt Disney, for "The Skeleton Dance"