The Princesses of Disneyland County: Elsa Goes Evil
It’s been a while since I’ve visited this series, a series some say rivals the Lifetime network in nonsensical plotlines and use of plastic. No nakey dolls here, though, so look for your sexy pony pics elsewhere.* Anyway, I already introduced our main family, the Kristoferrsons, who include Kristoff, Anna, and their four kids. I forget their names but one was named after the reindeer, Sven.
Obviously we have other princesses here, like Belle and the former Beast guy who is now not nearly as interesting, and their children, one of whom is a a little beastie herself. Belle is stuck teaching not only children but a continuing education class for the princesses with stunted intellectual growth (it’s a full class). Ariel and Eric have a beach-side house complete with pool and BBQ grill, but Eric is stuck on an all seaweed diet until he gets out to party with the other princes, who should never be allowed to watch their own children. Aladdin and Flynn are great pals and love to have adventures that frequently force their wives to bail them out of jail. When they feel like it. But I digress. I’m talking about Auntie Elsa today, the single I-don’t-need-a-man chick who is totally comfortable in her own skin.
Until she tried on Maleficent’s dress and went off the deep end. Again.
Wow, I can’t believe Mal sold her stuff to a thrift store. Maybe I’ll just try this thing on.
Ooh, I’m liking this. Evil, yeah, I could totally do that. Just for fun. A few minutes, tops.
Riiise my snowman minions, rise!
Bwahahahaha, now no one can stop me from taking over the suburbs! I think I’ll start with Anna’s cul-de-sac!
Uh, Elsa, the people at the thrift store called and said you were kinda acting weird. Again.
THIS is for sitting outside my bedroom for thirteen years! I built snowmen, Anna, lots of ’em. Now dieeeee!
Anna: Elsa – you’re just not yourself today. Have you had your snickers? Elsa: That’s a granola bar. Anna: Just freaking eat it.
Oh, whoa, I feel much better now. Thanks, Anna!
Good thing Anna saved the day, there. Elsa is much better now, but banned from the thrift store. Also the mall and the grocery store, but those are stories for another day.
Speaking of stories, is there anything you’d like to see the princesses do next? What family would you like to see? Do you want me to stop playing with my dolls? Because my counselor says it’s okay as long as they don’t talk back to me. Anyhoo, let me know what ya think.
Alice
*Sexy pony pics used to be a common search word on my blog.
The Princesses of Disneyland County: Disney Kids Gone Wild
Disclaimer: No dolls were bought during the making this post
Last time on the Princesses of Disneyland County, the Disney princes were left to babysit the children at Kristoff and Anna Kristoferson’s house. Unfortunately, the game was on, so like how were they supposed to pay attention? Football, people, priorities. Also, these are princes. They aren’t used to actual work. (Click to enlarge photos)
Exhibit A
The ladies came home to a bunch of crying kids and a big mess. But neither princes nor princesses wanted to deal with that fallout, so the kids were left again by the couples, this time with a babysitter, Skipper Charming. But Skipper was happier babysitting her boyfriend, Troy Beast, so the kids got a little rowdy yet again, jumping in the baby’s crib, digging in the trash, climbing in the oven, you know, the usual.
Exhibit B . . .
So what happened? Well, the Kristofersons want responsible kids, so they told the kids and their friends to clean up and left a babysitter, Skipper again because no one else volunteered, in charge. Skipper had broken up with boyfriend Troy, so surely stuff wouldn’t go quite so badly this time.
It went really, really badly.
If you’ll notice in the picture, we’ve got Sven Kristoferson spraying his brother with the Windex as Izzy Beast cheers him on, and his sister digs Mommy’s cell phone out of her purse. Mulan’s daughter practices her headstand, Windy White vacuums up everything, including Kelly Charming who takes a nap in the dust pan, while Rosie Prince plays in the trash and the puppy pees on the floor. Oh, and no one watches the baby, though at least she’s in her crib observing the chaos this time.
Also, is that Cinderella’s shoe in the sink? She can’t keep up with that thing, can she?
Anyway, it’s almost like you have to WATCH your children to get them to do anything right. But hey, someone was supposed to be watching them. Skipper Charming! Where did that girl go? Why not check downstairs?
Looks like Skipper’s found a new hobby and little Tamika Frogg is learning the ropes.
Kristoff gives him a proper goodbye while Anna scolds Skipper. They should be about as effective as her parents are.
Hey, kid, met the antlers of my reindeer yet?
So all’s well that ends well . . . no wait, that ended terribly, forget it. In case you wondered, yes we have made almost all of the dolls have children and named them all (if we can remember what we named them) as well as gave the parents last names and professions. Because we are totally creative and above the Wii, nevermind we’re currently not sure how to plug the Wii in.
We’ll introduce some of the other characters soon, like Belle who teaches little devils elementary students. It seemed appropriate that she be a teacher. Ariel has a job at Sea World, naturally, and, well we’ll reveal the others as make them up.
Hope you’re enjoying our little soap opera as much as we are. If not, too bad, because we’ve got gobs of pictures left! Bwahaha!
To All the Dolls I Loved Before . . . Part One
I love toys. I’ve been collecting them, loving them, dressing them, and destroying them for years. When I was a baby, my older brother gave me a stuffed bear and rabbit. And then proceeded to take them for himself. I didn’t mind at the time, as I was more interested in dust motes and my feet. But it wasn’t long before I was paying attention to my toys, specifically my dolls. I had all sorts of dolls, but let’s start with the most famous.
The Cabbage Patch Kids
Yes, that is a baby face sticking out of a cabbage. Why?
My mother happened to like dolls as well, so I got a lot of them. I’m sure you remember the Cabbage Patch craze, yes? If not, go check out Angie’s blog which will mess with your mind until you scream make it stop, make it stop! Anyway, though at first these arguably ugly dolls were hard to come by, eventually I ended up with like a dozen of the things. I loved those stupid dolls. Not that I remember any of their names oh yes I do. There were Irv, Janie, Dolly (she went to Spain!), Andrew (bald), Britney and Beth (twins!), Amber (a “preemie” with one tuft of hair in the middle of an otherwise bald head), Patti (with cornsilk hair, not yarn!), Laura (a “baby” that was somehow smaller than the “preemie”) and a few others. I liked these dolls so much I even wrote my first stories about them when I was like eight. They were still better than what E.L. James can write now, which is very, very sad.
OMG! Andrew, is that you?
Anyway, these dolls were special because unlike the rip-offs, they had official adoption papers so you could get your name printed on a doll birth certificate. You could also change their names, which clearly I did, because their original names were stuff like Pukenose Prunella. Well, except for Irv, because somehow no other name would fit that weird little doll, my very first who was acquired through a daycare center. I have no idea why they had them. Anyway, you could also tell they were authentic by looking at their butts. No, really. They had the signature of the artist (Xavier Roberts) on their behinds, which seems like an odd place to put it looking back on that now. But still, you can bet we girls were opening up those diapers and making sure they were legit.
Who is this Roberts guy, and why is he tatooing my baby’s butt?
You can’t just have Cabbage Patch Kids and no equipment, though, are you mad? I had a swing, a playpen, a baby snuggie, a high chair, a car seat, a stroller, and lots of diapers for invisible poop. Now there are dolls that will make real simulated poop in their diapers, but thankfully I never had one of those. Thing Two does have a Baby Alive doll that demands that she feed it bananas 24/7 and it annoys her to no end. “Mommy, she always wants something!” Yes, dear, how tiring that must be for you. But back to me. I was very serious about being a pretend Mommy. I took good care of my children. Except when I forgot them overnight in the backyard. Or a friend drew on them. Or I lost all of their clothes. Or the sewing making their bottom cracks came undone (solved the diapering problem, though).
I had this. Doll baby cage! (You can never be too careful)
I also wanted to be a teacher from a young age. Because children are stupid (no offense to teachers, but that is an incredibly hard job when the children are animate, I discovered). My parents both worked for the school system, so I knew a lot about what teachers did. They had grade books, and attendance books. I created both in spiral notebooks. I also created seating charts. Not that I was a particularly anal child or anything like that. I lined the dolls up in rows – sometimes you had to work hard to get them to sit up right. Occasionally someone would get sick and I’d toss them aside and mark them absent. My grading policy was simple. The prettiest dolls got the best grades, and the ugly ones (like, say, those Flower Kid ripoffs) failed big time. So you know, just like real life.
I think I’ll go pick some cabbage . . . OMG!!!!!
There were some Cabbage Patch Kids I didn’t have. For one thing, my twins were not the “official” twins that came two to a box and for some reason cost ten times as much as just buying two dolls that looked similar. Which is what my mother did. I had a fascination for identical twins, so I often had two of the exact same doll which my brother thought was really dumb. Like, what did he know? All his GI Joes looked the same to me. Another doll came with a stuffed horse she could ride. I never got that one. Again, parents weren’t feeling the love there.
I never got a real pony either.
Most of my friends also had these dolls, and they played together. One of my friends, who goes by Ravin here because she thinks she’s a bird but can’t spell it right, was never given a Cabbage Patch Kid because her mother thought they were lame. Which they were. But then her younger sisters (some of those fascinating identical twins, although these twins would jump from trees like crazed ninjas and try to kick you) got Cabbage Patch dolls, and one could say she was pretty pissed. So at 12, she bought one, even though she really wasn’t into dolls by then, just because she could. And later one of said twins gutted it and made it into a flour baby for school. She still hasn’t entirely forgiven that sister.
I will haunt you foreverrrrrrrrr!
My Cabbage Patch Kids are still around, up in my parent’s attic somewhere. I think some of them might have gotten their legs chewed off by mice. And they started making the CPKs again, in an effort to snare parents raised in the 80s, as if we’d be that dumb oh yes of course we would. But it wasn’t the same. For one thing, these new dolls are somehow even uglier than the ones we had as kids. Or maybe that’s just my nostalgia talking.
So tell me about you. Did you grow up in the 80s (or thereabouts)? Did you have some of these stupid dolls? Did you want one but your parents were big meanies? Did you have another favorite? Or were you like Thing One, who thinks baby dolls are like, yuck, cause who would want to pretend to be a mom? That’s freaking hard.
Let me know in the comments below.
Bonus: Obama Kid and other representations of presidential candidates were apparently auctioned off for charity in 2008 according to the Seattle Times.
Yup, I won again. Deal.
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