Up first, Sorcerer Mickey.
Then some Star Wars dude... It was, after all, "Star Wars Weekend." For future reference ... do not let me go to Walt Disney World on a "Star Wars Weekend." It ain't pretty. The people aren't, either. Jedi everywhere you looked. This dude above? Might not even be a real character. It could very well have been a park guest. It probably was, too.
This is Marie from the Aristocats. Elizabeth convinced her to pose the way SHE wanted her to. She convinced me to take a picture, too. Marie and I do what we're told.
Wendy was there, too. Liz engaged her in a conversation. Then Liz engaged me to take a picture. Wendy and I obeyed.
He had to. He really had to.
Mickey invited Liz up onto his private stage in his private dressing room.
Not sure who took the picture, though.
I am sure of this, though ...
Mickey liked me better. I got a kiss.
I got a sunburn, too. Lucky me.
But dining was! I scored this once while Liz was off meeting
Dining made me smile.
And wadded up sweaters around my neck made my sunburn vanish. Almost.