Beloved Wife (aka TNT of Smiling Dynamite) and I arrived in Orlando several days before the rest of the Bad Example Family, and spent one of the days just doing touristy stuff at a couple Disney theme parks.

We started off at MGM Studios. When you enter the gates (hell, even when you're in the parking lot) the most noticable object in the skyline is the 50-foot tall replica of the hat Mickey Mouse wore in Fantasia:

As you can see, it's quite eye-catching:

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With all it's moony, starry magicalness, our first thought was "Gee! There must be something super-duper extra-special underneath that happy magic hat!"

So we made the trek up to the soaring monolith of 'musement & mirth, just as - I'm sure - every other tourist does while they're there.

Do you know what's under the magic hat?

Why, it's a little store that sells LITTLE TINY MAGIC F***ING HATS!!!

That's IT!

At the very least, I was expecting Tinkerbell to sprinkle me with fairy dust & fly me off to Never-Never-Land or some other such wondrous experience.

...Bubble burst. Illusions shattered. I'll never clap my hands again because I don't believe in fairies anymore. All my childhood dreams have been crushed beneath the sordid jangle of cash register bells.

F***ers.

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