‘Okay, kiddo, you might come from a long line of lovable Disney characters but…’
Dumbo Olivier III held the phone away from his large crinkly ear and let his agent drone on. From the hotel bar where he was standing, he could see the pool area where a couple of tasty elegirls were frolicking. One of them caught his eye and beckoned playfully to him.
‘Dumbs!’ his agent’s yell caught his attention, ‘you listening?’
He put the phone back to his ear. ‘Yeah, yeah. Go on.’ He fiddled with the swizzle-stick in his empty cocktail glass.
‘You’re gonna fall off the Disney money train if you carry on like this!’ his agent continued. ‘Just lay off the booze and the chicks for a month or so. Keep your trunk out of the snow… you know what I’m sayin’ kiddo?’
‘Yeah, okay man. I’ll tone it down.’
‘I’ll book you into the Betty Ford Clinic if you don’t behave yourself.’
The young Disney star sighed. ‘All right, already!’
‘Towel yourself off, kiss the girls goodbye and get down to the studio now. I’ve got some cute photo shoots lined up for you.’
‘Cute shoots with girls?
‘Yeah, kiddo. Something like that.’