Category Archives: Things I’ve Never Seen Before

Fruit Cart, Lockers, and a Surprise!

Main Street, U.S.A. is supposed to be a replica of a typical Midwestern main street in 1908.

About halfway down Main Street you get to the lockers, which are set back from the regular street by an entrance that is more or less blocked by a fruit cart.

The lockers are cleverly hidden by this 1908-reproduction fruit cart

I’ve always found the fruit cart to be quite interesting. I mean, obviously Disneyland put them in in response to guests asking for more healthy options, but wow

I'm pretty sure you could have purchased an entire pear tree for $1.79 back in 1908. Partridge not included.

Like okay, I know that food and stuff in the park is excessive, and I’m okay with excessive, but this just seems excessively excessive to me. I mean, you’ve got to draw the line somewhere, and for me, that line is $1.79 for a banana. Particularly since there’s a Vons grocery store 2 miles away where you can get this:

69 cents a pound

And not like I’m the person who’s all “save a ton of money by buying all of your lunches beforehand” when it’s terribly inconvenient to do so (even though you can), but if you don’t want to pay $1.79 for a banana, here you go:

Alternately, Vons delivers

There are also other foods on the fruit cart.

Shockingly, Vons has these for cheaper too

Moving past the fruit cart into what I can only assume is supposed to be an alley, you reach the lockers.

Main streets in 1908 were not known for their lockers, but one does what one can, I suppose

Also that’s a key in the lock above the doorway. How cute!

You can actually pay for your locker by credit card. Gone are the days when you just shoved your quarters into the locker’s door and then pulled out your key attached to a safety pin and hoped to God you didn’t lose it. Now it’s all high tech.

It's not an ATM, it's a locker machine

And in a very un-Disney-like fashion, the lockers actually look like a prison.

It's a mini-San Quentin for all of your stuff-holding needs

You can also find these quaint, old-fashioned things:

Yes, kiddies--these are called "pay phones." Go ask Grandma how they work.

I really never realized that there is a complete dearth of pay phones these days until a friend of mine was visiting from another country and did not have a cell phone and had to call me from pay phones to arrange a get-together.

I’m sure one day these will be replaced, like with some kind of electric visor you put over your head and then you just think about the person you’d like to call and it dials them directly. Until then, bring your quarters.

And here’s where we get to the surprise. Right next to the lockers is an ice cream window!

Well hello, delicious frozen treat vendor! Fancy meeting you here!

File that one under “things I never knew existed.”

I'll come and see you when you're open

Basically all of the buildings back here are fake with false fronts, so it never occurred to me that there might be a real, functioning thing here. Particularly since I have no need to put my stuff inĀ jail a locker.

Surprise!

Mickey’s House

Way in the back of the park past Small World is a little land called Toontown. Toontown is the home of the classic Disney characters (Mickey, et al.) as well as the lamest ride in the whole park, Roger Rabbit’s Car Toon Spin.

But that’s not what this is about.

Mickey and Minnie also have their homes there. Did I know this? No I did not. But we met up with my cousin Tracy and her two kids, Addison and Luke, over in Toontown and they wanted to go see Mickey’s house, so there ya go.

Mickey’s house is a walkthrough which culminates in Mickey’s Movie Barn and photo opportunity. Mickey is supposed “filming” in said barn.

I find this rather dubious, given the last time a new Mickey cartoon showed up

Like the rest of Toontown, Mickey’s house is chock-full of massively oversized stuff that is pretty impervious to small children.

Upon entering, you see a staircase, which goes to a closed door and I can only assume Mickey’s bedroom. I let go of Theo’s hand as I took the picture, and then he decided to try to climb the stairs, and I realized…

OMG, I’m one of THOSE parents.

You know the ones. The ones who let their children run all over the place smearing their grubby little peanut-butter-and-jelly hands on Disney property or elsewhere.

(as an aside, we were in the Museum of Modern Art in New York one time and some little kid ran up to Picasso’s Three Musicians and slapped his hand on it. Right on the picture! The docent had stepped away from the picture briefly and there goes that kid. There was this huge collective gasp from everyone in the gallery including us, and what did the parents do? That’s right! Nothing!)

( So I hereby assure you that after the stairs incident, I did not let Theo go anywhere else he wasn’t supposed to. Really.)

(Hey Shelby, can we get back to Disneyland? Okay.)

Mere moments before Theo marched up the stairs and plopped himself down.

Fortunately, he didn’t make it past the Pluto gate. On the wall behind the stairs was a very charming picture of Walt and Mickey.

I wonder how much this would go for on the black market

In the next room, both Tracy and I were trying to take pictures. As anyone with children can tell you, it’s a statistical impossibility to take a picture of multiple children and have them all looking at the camera at the same time. Most of our pictures look like this.

"Theo, look at the camera! Smile Addie! Look over here, Luke! Over here, Theo! Over here! Say Cheeeeeeese!"

So it was pretty much a personal victory to get this shot, despite the fact that two out of the three look rather disgruntled.

Luke and Theo look like they're in time-out

Theo thought he was going to like the oversized chair, but the pattern displeased him.

This is so gauche. Mickey needs a new designer.

He was also mesmerized by the television showing real cartoons.

"They're heeerrreee." "Don't go into the light, Carol Anne!"

Mickey doesn’t do a lot of cooking.

That giant thing is a dishwasher, but where's the oven?

But he does have a garden.

Mickey only eats organic. How else do you think he lived this long?

While we all know that the proper place for a dog is inside the house cuddled up in the human’s bed while they sleep on the couch or floor, Pluto does have some pretty nice digs outside.

If this were my dog, that bone would be gone before it even hit the food bowl

Mickey also has some chickens. They were cooped up when we saw them, but I’m going to assume that they get access to the fresh air and sunlight and plenty of exercise, and are entirely grain-fed.

Mickey would never abuse his chickens, people!

It was somewhere around this point that I left Theo in the care of Tracy so I could take a few more pictures unencumbered. I returned to find her holding Theo’s hand and yelling, “Luke! Addison! Luke! Addison!” She turned to me and said, “Don’t worry–I didn’t lose your child, but I lost both of mine.”

We did find Addie in time to take a picture of some sort of painting accident scene.

I'm not really sure what happened here

Then you are funneled outside, except it isn’t actually outside because it’s all enclosed. It’s like some kind of secret bunker where you can move from room to room while the air raid sirens blare. Except that it’s above ground and it’s Mickey’s house at Disneyland.

You are supposed to go to his barn where he’s “filming a movie.”

Riiiiiiiiiiight.

I'm not sure I entirely believe this.

We peeked into the “barn” but there was no equipment like I saw when I was almost on Oprah. There was a big zig zagging line and a large screen showing Mickey cartoons after which you get to meet Mickey and get a picture. However, at that point the kids were antsy (and we were still missing one of them) so we decided to pass.

So, that’s Mickey’s house and the Mickey meet and greet in Toontown!

The Straw Hatters

Honestly, it wasn’t until I started doing this blog that I realized how much entertainment Disneyland has. I’ve really just gone from attraction to attraction and maybe done a little people-watching, but I’ve never stopped to listed to any of the roving performers.

What a mistake!

I’m so happy to rectify it now.

Theo and I were walking out of the park one day when I saw this small band of musicians over by Mr. Lincoln, so of course we pulled over to watch. Because when I say “walking” I really mean that I was walking and Theo was in the stroller. If he were walking it would take approximately 423,345,753 hours to get out of the park. He’s easily distracted.

Anyway, here was this band of merry musicians.

Nice pants!

They played some toe-tappin’ fun music and I was about to turn away when this happened:

OMG, Pluto's going to eat the trombone player!!!

The band then played a song they identified as being about a dog, and Pluto did a dance with his leash.

If our dog got ahold of his leash like this, the last thing he would do is dance with it

It was really fun, and actually quite nice to see Pluto get some alone time. He gets upstaged by that pushy Goofy all the time.

And just when I thought the fun was over, guess who showed up?

It's Donald!

Donald came out to challenge the drummer to a drum-off. It’s like a dance-off except there’s no dancing or burning trash cans.

I'm taking YOU down, buddy

Apparently the event was BYOD (bring your own drum). Donald won.

At this point, Theo was starting to get extremely antsy, so we went to head out, except…

Well hi there!

Mickey and Minnie showed up. THEY did, indeed have a dance-off.

Minus the burning trash cans, of course

Minnie won. Don’t be taken in by those oversized tacky heels–this girl can DANCE.

Immediately following that, the characters snuck off to the side to line up for autographs and pictures.

I had no idea what this group was called, so I asked around on the internet and found that they are the Straw Hatters, in reference to their…wait for it, wait for it…straw hats.

All in all, it was a very fun little performance. Keep your eyes open at Disneyland–you never know what you’ll see!

Bootstrappers: A Singing Pirate’s Life for Me

You know what I love? Bacon.

You know what else I love? Stumbling across something I’ve never seen before at Disneyland.

Like these guys:

Ahoy there! Pirates ahead!

It’s a singing band of pirates outside of Cafe Orleans!

Of course, the disadvantage of seeing something new is not knowing what their names are. So I posted on Micechat.com, and “RegionsBeyond” filled me in:

Those wandering musicians of a piratical nature would go by the moniker of the ‘Bootstrappers’, and are the absolute fiercest scallywags in the whole of the cursed kingdom of Diz-nay

I can’t even tell you how much I love that.

Yarrrrr, let's sing a song

We joined the small group of onlookers to watch the show. The Pirate Lady did most of the singing and some wonderful dances as well.

Pirate lady does Riverdance!

The group sang some traditional pirate songs, or what I assume are traditional pirate songs although having never been a pirate, I can’t say for sure. In true Disney fashion, there was an audience participation part at the end. It was a “clap clap.”

Put your hands together for pirates!

I only caught the last two songs, neither of which was “A Pirate’s Life For Me” or “What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor” which pretty much rounds out my repertoire. But that’s probably okay, since I only know the chorus of those two songs anyway. I do like to pretend to sing along on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, but it’s usually “Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me- ba da da ba dada ba dada ba da drink UP, me hearties, yo ho! Ba da ba ba da ba ba da ba ba ba ba, drink up, me hearties yo HO! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me!”

Which is kinda close. If by kind of close you mean not at all.

Well, I try.

Also, I love it when people do this:

If I make myself really small and run quickly, I won't get in your picture

I don’t know why people do that, but I do it too. Even though chances are, you’re totally going to get in the picture anyway, and then you’re going to look all weird and someone is going to put you on their blog.

I hate it when that happens.

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