Never liked Mickey Mouse. He was OK as a character when he didn't dominate the story. When he swatted several flies and then had to go on to boast about it, and ended up with the hand of a princess who oddly enough seemed to share Mickey's peculiar mental and physical characteristics. Those were the good days for Mickey Mouse, in my view. The fee-fi-fo-fum days, when a decent cartoon character chewed tobacco and wasn't afraid to go ice fishing.
Who knows what must have happened to Mickey since then. He's now a pontificating
figure. He's got a passport, he's got some kind of mobile device, he travels,
his Eifel Tower is set within the context of a rural idle, there are no
pickpockets, his Egypt comprises a single pyramid, his Italy is all about
spaghetti and boating, his China is a wall. For the sake of the future, give me
a cigarette smoking Mickey Mouse who has the grace to have a stage tantrum and
walk away from the writers who've turned him into an advert for Cancun.