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I caught up with them halfway down the service road. They were both very quiet as we approached the break area. We were all thinking the same thing. What if someone in Attractions radioed "Entertainment 1" and they radioed "Character 1" and then they sent someone to check? We still hadn't taken our heads off when Jerry popped out from behind a dumpster with two security guards dressed as keystone cops. They sauntered up to us.
As soon as Peter could extricate himself from Psycho Billy's clutches and the rest of his adoring fans, the three of us ended our set over at the Entertainment Department's Green Room for New Orleans Musicians. We sat on the balcony looking out at Tom Sawyer's Island across the river sipping Mint Juleps that they'd previously ordered and which Jake spiked with the airline-sized bottles of bourbon that he'd carried in his Captain's coat pocket. We toasted the life of a pirate as Uncle Walt had himself dreamed it, as only a kid from Kansas could, with pillage and plunder galore. We listened to the sweet sounds of an Entertainment Department-approved New Orleans Jazz Band playing an amazing riff on a previous set's improvisational "New Orleans Jazz Funeral March." The crowd of tourists at the "chowder in a bread bowl"-style outdoor restaurant nodded appreciatively as the combo, against all the odds, played really good jazz.
The skull and crossbones over the archway grinned down at us and said, "Psst! Avast there! It be too late to alter course, mateys. And there be plundering pirates lurkin' in ev'ry cove, waitin' to board. Sit closer together and keep your ruddy hands in board. That be the best way to repel boarders. And mark well me words, mateys: Dead men tell no tales! Ye come seekin' adventure with salty old pirates, eh? Sure you've come to the proper place. But keep a weather eye open mates, and hold on tight. With both hands, if you please. Thar be squalls ahead, and Davy Jones waiting for them that don't obey."
We practically ran down the service road to the backstage area of Tomorrowland. We checked our costumes out in the ubiquitous full-length mirror placed near every onstage entrance. It was then that I looked at my set schedule.
Peter sat down at an empty stool between Merlin, who was busy putting on his beard, and Mary Poppins, who was pinning up her wig. The Princesses were played by beautiful girls with clear skin and perfect white teeth, and their charming and princely consorts were played by pretty boys who also wore makeup and were affectionately referred to by many in the Zoo Crew locker room as "The Queens."
I was trying on my Smee feet when Jake came over to me in Captain Hook and said, "Hey rookie, I hear you're in my unit today. Let me give you a little piece of advice: stay out of my way." And he went over to clean his head out with rubbing alcohol.
It's the fourth of July, 1988. Monday, 4:30 p.m. There are about a hundred thousand people in the park. And I'm about to be fired from the Happiest Place on Earth. This is not going to look good on my resume.