She toured her old haunts, and as one might well imagine was horrified by the changes wrought. Oftentimes a traveler will pick up a bug, perhaps at an airport or wherever people might gather. Still, it seemed strange that after passing through Orlando she began to feel a strange gnawing feeling deep within her skull. Perhaps it was just existential angst brought on by urban sprawl? Surely a trip to Weazelworld and a nip of Bombay Sapphire gin would fix the problem?
As she approached Weazelworld she began to hear a squeaky voice inside her head saying, "No Rita, No! Stay here in Orlando and take out a variable rate mortgage, have a cappuccino and forget about Colorado. Whatever you do don't go to Weazelworld. I am Mickey, and you must do as I say!" It all seemed a dream, yet she could not help but imagine that a mouse was nibbling at her brain.
By the time she got to Weazelworld it was clear that she was possessed by demons, so we quickly mixed a drink and began the sacred rites necessary to purge her of the evil spirit that had somehow entered her body. The Vatican recently announced a shortage of exorcists so we had to make do as best we could.
She moaned about a mouse, so Brother Paul applied the snakes.
As you can see he is attempting to draw the mouse forth from her head while chanting, "Out Mickey, out!"
The exorcism went on for hours and required repeated libations of the aforementioned "holy water".
Meanwhile Rita swallowed snake after snake.
Suddenly the agonizing pressure within her skull was released and she felt a blessed sense of relief! The mouse had chewed its way out to escape the snakes!
Still, Mickey would not be gone until the Powers of the Night had come to destroy him. So it came to pass!
Warrior Goddesses never flinch. (This is an actual unretouched photo!)
Now Mickey is no more and Rita is free of the curse!
|She looks forward to her destiny!|
Mark my words, the "recovery" will never come to Orlando and there will never be another Disneyworld, for Mickey is finally dead!
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