Save Mr. Toad's Wild Ride
September 21, 1997
Only Connect Column
Page 41
Save Mr. Toad's Wild Ride (http://www.savetoad.com) --
This
humble site chronicles the efforts of a few to prevent the destruction of
one of Walt Disney World's most beloved attractions. In its original
incarnation, at California's Disneyland, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride (taken from
the vehicular adventures of the gentleman fool of Kenneth Grahame's The
Wind in the Willows) achieved cult status. It was a favorite of
acidheads in the sixties, beloved for both its frenetic pace and its
sharp, un-Disney-like turns. (At the climax, the out-of-control car
descends into Hell.)
The Disney World version, in Florida, drew an equally devoted (if less
dosed) following, some of whom were appalled last October to hear that the
ride was doomed. A small band (now known as Team Toad) began gathering
weekly at the park to protest. The "Toad Ins" are recounted here (you'll
also find links to numerous Mr. Toad sites) by the group's impassioned, if
somewhat inarticulate leader. "I'm not much of a spokesman," he admits.
"I'm just someone who cares more about the Magic Kingdom than Eisner
does."
For a long time, the folks at Walt Disney World didn't admit any plans to
destroy the ride, but they didn't exactly deny the possibility, either.
As Team Toad grew more organized, park security reportedly grew peevish,
alarmed in part by the group's T-shirt message: "Ask Me Why Mickey Is
Killing Mr. Toad." According to Toad In reports, other park staffers
were
more sympathetic. Benjamin Franklin (the Disney version) praised the team
as "revolutionary spirits"--though Captain Hook allegedly drew his hook
across his throat to indicate Toad was toast. Alas, Hook was right. On
September 7, the geniuses at Disney closed the great amusement-park
attraction to make room for a Winnie the Pooh ride, honoring a
honey-sucking bear over the intrepid Toad. For comfort, Team Toad need
only remember Toad's song of himself: "The clever men at Oxford / Know all
that there is to be knowed. / But none of them know one half as much / As
intelligent Mr. Toad!"
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