Book the Show on Fox at Five
(Scat thematic music of the Mickey Mouse Club television program)
Mickey was blocked by term-limits so the MM Club leadership ran Minnie and billed her as the
natural successor. Never modest, Donald Duck ran but was seen, on the other hand, as a clown
playing for laughs. His candidacy was not taken seriously by club insiders and know-it-alls. They
called him out of species names like Loose Goose and Popinjay Peacock, unfriended him on Face-
book, scheduled the big parade without him and then totally ignored his loud drum. Official club
spokespersons said he was an orange feathered ostrich with his head stuck in the sand and would
eventually suffocate.
But low and behold! I mean, behold just how low. Although Donald promised to drain the
swamp along the Tiki Village lake and turn Fantasy Land into a reality TV show, his rustler
outsiders and foreign herd friends were also tired of Mickey and his kind and had their own plans.
They twisted trails and painted tales with deadly diatomaceous earthy lies meant to frame and
defame Minnie as a frightened rat not fit to captain a ship, then sent poison pen letters to many,
many of her minions, supporters, and friends.
Jiminy Cricket, the MM Club conscience and international greeter, died hopping just past
the flagpole on his way to vote on Election Day as did Mr. Grasshopper, somewhere up the road
from there, joined by another dozen or so of their creepy-crawly clubhouse friends. All dropped
undesirably dead along the multi-fold paths of their designated neighborhood polling places.
Elected the lucky duck turned the tables upside down trumpeting, “Fat meat ain't greasy! Eat all you want. I know a doctor guarantees good physicals. I'll give you a list. Fat meat ain't greasy, fracking is good, temperatures rising is a joke, and Global Warming is a hoax. Shrinking ice caps, rising tides? Are you quacked? Don't make me laugh. I'll tell you what's in, follow me on Twitter. Hotel bed sheets and head lice. Gonna make millions. What this nation needs is more Duck Nation Pride.”
Two too many! Mickey was out, as was Minnie, too; tutus and all. Gone was the good life, but as losers the Mouses were louses. Their foundation shaken, left to garbage and scraps they couldn't
take it. Quickly running afoul, they promptly found themselves ensnared, entangled, entrapped
pinching peanut butter. Nutty! With their necks caught in the noose, both soon lost their heads,
squealed each other out and expired shortly after.
(Scat thematic music of the Mickey Mouse Club television program)
Yea, Donald.Yea, Donald. Yea, Donald Duck Club! Yea!
Club Cheer
Walt and Roy conjured dizzying joy
with sulking cats and talking rats
endowed with a Cold War strife
upending candle life
Weekdays at 5 o'clock
every adolescent on the block
would gather at the Roberts' house
there to watch Mickey Mouse
Halting play at the neighbor's door
we massed like kelp on the Pacific shore
We sat, stood, squatted, leaned, and swayed
from initial song and opening parade thru
the clubhouse closing cartoon—every kid stayed
The show retold old stories in animated art
with a hypnotic, psychotic, neurotic start
Poor Donald, unlucky duck, would break
my heart daily in an unsolved riddle:
Why must he always be second fiddle?
Every fellow adored Annette Funicello
but as for me, so far as the Triple R
I wanted the less hardy Spin to win
not Marty
Then at the end came
Miska Mooska Mousekateer
closing an hour of fun and cheer
selling soup, soap, cereal, and
peanut butter but never beer—or ever
my reflection in those Mouse Club ears
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