"That's not what I expected to see at Disneyland,"

"That's not what I expected to see at Disneyland," Marina stammered.

The mouse traps were hidden everywhere. We found one in Cinderella' s castle. Two, baited with limburger, in the Small Small World.

And one in the nutcrackers mouth. The Ratking & his minions were expected in this household. Sugarplum fairies patrolled the mantle & even the tree was hung with baited mousetraps

that had tantalizing bits of French artisanal cheese. On his cue, Ratking's minions injected themselves with fluoro-green antifromagian serum before storming the Christmas trap th

e toys had set up. Prussian tin soldiers tidily bayoneted the mice until the 7-headed rat king confronted the nutcracker. To aid her prince, Marie desperately dug her tiny stiletto

heel into the nutcracker's left buttock. "Kill that damned thing, already!" she ordered him. The nutcracker, being more afraid of Marie than his 7-headed rat-king adversary, gulped

Marie thought that the 14-headed barn cat, who just got out of rehab, might make good with the victims of previous transgressions by pra/eying for world

the cat stopped spooking livestock and eating cattle thieves. Instead the 14-headed barn cat took up in world domination, a fresh new hobby.

Two centuries later, a man stumbles upon a carving in the ground. He sees the image--a 14-headed cat, each head devouring a human whole. "Dear God, what happened here," he breathes