Zsolt quit his job at Disney the day that we left on
our trip to Burning Man.
He had a score to settle with a famous mouse.
So we picked up Mickey and took him for a ride.
Mickey soon made a "friend."
And we quickly discovered Mickey's drinking problem.
We tried to straighten Mickey out with a little tough love.
Some questioned the sincerity, and sanity, of Mickey's new "friends."
We took Mickey out to play on the playa.
Every convict gets a last smoke.
So Zsolt gave Mickey a light.
Mickey likes Creamora bombs. He did a lot of them. This was his last.
He took right to this Burning Man thing.
He took it a little too far.
Mickey cut one. It exploded.
Oh no! Mickey's big fat silver cigar exploded!
This mouse is toast.
