Ý Ý Ý Mama and Papa were thrilled to be rid of Jean in the bathroom. Papa needed a good toot, and Mama was happy to oblige. So Jean waited outside while the two of them bumped and ground in the Bear Country latrine. Jean wasn't bored; he was developing his theory: the world needed Disney in order to classify and separate real from imaginary. A janitor with a mop-pail pushed past Jean.
Ý Ý Ý" 'Scuse me little boy," The guy croaked. He had only a few yellowed teeth, like Jean's grandpere. Mama and Papa kept at the deed while the janitor gawked and began to twitch and foam.