at the ticky tacky tiki

backwards baseball cap man

walks through the door

of the ticky tacky tiki bar

hands a ten spot

to the bouncer.

dozens of robotic human legs

dangle from the ceiling

going through the motions

of kicking field goals

or dancing the can can,

moonwalking like jacko.

general dung's daughter kim

is doing duty behind the bar.

the kids from bakersfield

are setting up

on the palm thatched stage.

brandon's got a mohawk

on his mouseketeer hat ears,

alison is vibing a goth

annette funicello.

the disembodied heads

of ronald reagan and

nikita kruschev

french kiss and wink

from the shelf of bottles

behind the bar.

ronnie starts to sing:

zip-a-dee-doo-dah

zip-a-dee-ay

niki joins in:

my oh my

what a wonderful day.....

brandon bangs out a chord

that barely meshes

with the song

alison grabs a six foot goofy bot

and they do a texas two step

on the stage.

two patrons dressed up

as captain hook and cruella deville

raise their glasses:

plenty of sun-shine

heading my way

zip-a-dee-doo-dah

zip-a-dee-ay.

backwards baseball cap man

slides onto a stool at the bar

beside a red head with

a daisy duck bow in her hair.

kim the bartender,

dolled up like a tinkerbelle

from saigon, says:

what can i getcha, stranger?

donald daquiris

are the tuesday special.

sure, i'll try one of those

says b.b.c. man.

he watches open mouthed

as kim whips the potion

into the shaker, finishing

with a touch of her magic wand.

-what is this place?he says

reaching for his drink.

the elephant head

mounted on the wall

above the bar

flaps his ears, and waves

a conductor's baton with his trunk

as seven dwarves begin to sing

it's a small world after all......

the redhead with the daisy duck

ribbon in her hair

nudges him with her elbow.

don't you know? the ticky tacky tiki

belongs to tinkerbelle here,

but it's a place for animatronic

builders, aka the 'cast', from

the kingdom down the street.

they build prosthetic arms

and legs for the victims

of bombs and mines

in tink's native land.

all the rest of this stuff

is just for fun.

brandon hits a heavy version

of the opening bars

of the mickey mouse club march,

alison shakes two pompoms

made from scraps

of fiber optic cables.

cruella deville

twerks with captain hook,

they all begin to sing:

who's the leader of the club

that's made for you and me,

m-i-c, k-e-y; m-o-u-s-e