I am a MAJOR science enthusiast.
Young man, I’m Dr. Ludwig Von Drake. Kindly take me to Mr. Walt DIsney.
He was this big terrifying New York producer and I was just a kid from Missouri with a sketch of Mickey, but it would’ve killed me to give him up.
Who’s the leader of the club that’s made for you and me?
No longer must you call me Pharoah Bob! From now on, I will just be plain old King Bob.
I’m sorry, but you’ve thrown off the Emperor’s groove.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
“You–you’re a criminal!”
And always let your conscience be your guide.
I’d keep her under tight control.
Tinker Bell! I hereby banish you forever.
I thought dances were supposed to be fun.
Have to run with the others. First rule of a caucus race, you know.
This is about life being ahead of you and you run at it! Because you never know how far you can run unless you run.
You’ll “never” be the racer you once were! You can’t turn back the clock, kid… but you can wind it up again.
Some of my modifications aren’t exactly “street legal”.
“The one composition of Tchaikovsky’s that he really detested was his ‘Nutcracker Suite’, which is probably the most popular thing he ever wrote. It’s a series of dances taken out of a full-length ballet called “The Nutcracker” that he once composed for the St. Petersburg Opera House. It wasn’t much of a success and nobody performs it nowadays…”
Aw, nuts!
Better lay off the nuts there. You are what you eat, you know.
Sounds like a recipe for evil.