Play-by-play was handled by the woman who had the clutch wherewithal to get in position, square up, and record the epic haymakers that this Disney character-clad combatant handed out like mime-kisses on an Epcot parade float. We thank this hero for posting it to Twitter.
“I told y’all Minne was gon’ get that ass,” said the cinematographer and host, with Bob Costas-ian measured coolness, in describing a champion claiming another title, of the quickly mascot-decapitated Minnie.
After prolonged fighting, Minnie yells, “I ain’t no bitch, bitch!” as she picks up her costume shoe and leaves in that triumphant beatdown reverse-trot. No viewer of this film, which should be sent to boxing gyms and fight clubs, would say otherwise, madam.
While we don’t get this kind of spectacle at our own Orlando parks, with their anger management training and corporate-created costumes, this would be a fire show on Disney+.
UFC Disney, maybe?
This article appears in New Restaurants 2020.




