Opinion: As We Enjoy Spring, We Need To Think Of The Danger Warm Weather Poses To The Cryogenically Frozen Walt Disney

Picture this: it’s 1928, a beautiful Spring morning in Burbank, California. A man sketches a cartoon mouse. Just like that, history is made. That, ladies and gentleman, was good old “Uncle Walt”—Walt Disney himself. The greatest cartoonist of all time and one of America’s treasures. And every Spring, his chances of survival are threatened.

You see, when Winter ends and everyone is out having picnics and playing frisbee in the warm weather, the machines keeping Walter Elias Disney in cryostasis have to work even harder. You might be happy that it’s getting warmer, but I’ll tell you who isn’t—the suspended body of a certain animation genius.

It frightens me to my core that while some people are out for a joyride with their convertible roof down or walking their dogs, the single strand of life Walt Disney is holding on to grows thinner and thinner.

I’m not going to say I don’t enjoy the Spring—the warm sun shining down while I snorkel in Typhoon Lagoon or ride the Summit Plummet at Blizzard Beach—but we can’t let our thoughts drift too far from the body of Walt Disney encased in liquid nitrogen, awaiting the chance to walk among us again.

All I ask is that, as Summer approaches, we remember how hard the motors circulating the elixir of suspended life around Mr. Disney are working. Until the day science is ready to bring Walt back, we can all stand to cherish the cold Winter more.