“Ladies and gentlemen, please raise your hands for my assistant, Miss Monica Staples.”  Everyone applauded.  Monica held a box of disguises strapped around her, took a bow and approached Mickey so he just had to select the ones of his choice.  First he wore a pair of thick eyebrows a thick moustache with small round glasses followed by a short dark wig, parted in the middle.  Monica handed him a cigar to go with it.  He began his act right away and held the cigar, waving it around and pacing up and down the stage, staring at ladies in the audience mischeviously.

     “Well well well, so this is the 21st century eh?  Well, things have certainly improved since the 1930s when  my brothers and I were filming.”  He said, waving his eyebrows up and down at the ladies.  It was an impression of none other than the great Groucho Marx.   He then returned to the box and changed his disguise to another famous celebrity. 

       “Truly this man was the son of GAAD.”  He walked across the stage slowly and talked in a slow voice.

       “I just wanna…thank all you good people…for takin’ the time… to come all the way… to see me.”  A young boy in the crowd shouted.

      “John Wayne, we love you!”  There were whistles and cheers.  Suddenly, the stage grew dark.  It was time for another act.  This was the whole magic of Mickey’s shows.  Completely unpredictable.  Some dancers dressed as tribal warriors appeared on stage and began to dance in a frenzy, holding spears.  Drums beat in the background.  It was like some kind of tribal ceremony.  Then Mickey re-appeared out of now where, from a cloud of smoke and he was painted black all over, dressed as some kind of tribal warrior priest.  He held a spear in his right hand and he gazed at the crowds and screamed.  It was the war cry.  He then waved the long spear in his right arm, rotating it clockwise slowly.  Then, faster and faster until it began to rain from the ceiling.  It was all part of the act.  He tossed the spear aside and then began to dance.

     Meanwhile, outside, Barry had finally bought a large box of of salted popcorn for Jenna and was just making his way back when suddenly, a group of young men dressed as punk rockers surrounded him, forming a ring around him.

     “Look, just let me pass.  I don’t want any kind of trouble.”  Their ring leader, approached him and eyed him up and down.  Barry tightened his left hand grip and held onto the popcorn very tightly.

      End of Chapter 3