#disney studios

Disney films that feel like Pixar

Wreck it Ralph

Chicken Little

Meet the Robinsons

Bolt

Zootopia

Strange World

Pixar films that feel like Disney

Brave

Elemental

As such I will be portraying the realest Walt Disney possible I have gone through documentary after documentary book after book I have been researching this man for the past 4 years now I'm not as good as official Disney historians who have actual access to archives but I know a lot just to get this characterization as close as possible

And that means the whole airbrushing away the cigarettes thing ain't happening, this is the thing that's been difficult AF to write

There are straight up, two Walts number 1 Walter Disney and WALT Disney and my God did he really perfect his split.

So yeah there's a Walt who swears and cusses, gets passive aggressive and angry and the Walt we have always accepted the all around perfect image

My Walt has his flaws put back in, smoking and the occasional whiskey in his hand during the evenings like his daughter said he liked to have, he is allowed to get overwhelmed and angry at home, even private moments at the studio.

I don't wanna hear one word of that ain't Walt go grab an actual history book on Disney and come back here when you can argue semantics and not just the Google Search ya did off a Facebook Fact,

And this goes for ALL the Staff, if an actual family member with evidence and proofs of your direct relation I will change details or remove them. I am again going off only what is public knowledge, and that can indeed be wildly different than the private. I can easily change it. I am being as real and thus able to point to the book as my witness to not falsify to my best ability.

I am not Hollywood, but at the same time I respect that some of these People are actual people, and by god in modern day yeah I'm tip toing but theyre still intergrel to the Disney story! But at the same time imma be real blunt based on evidence,

But yeah I just wanted to clarify that, I'm being real, this is meant to really characterize everyone, and I do not aim to horribly do so or in disrespectful manner. With especially The Mouse Who Dared to Dream and just the entire Off the Animation Table World are my passion projects at current,

"Being a Hollywood photographer in the late '80s and '90s wasn't like today with instant uploads and social media chaos," Parrish Todd explained to the newer Helluva Boss voice actors gathered in a quiet corner of the studio break room. She took a sip from her coffee mug, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

"We were ninjas," she said with a dry, experienced smile. "Our job was to be the eyes and ears for our circles, gather the goods, but stay invisible when it counted. I grew up around this drama; my dad was a mechanic for a lot of industry people in LA, and my mom taught sociology, so I learned how people work from both sides of the fence."

She looked at the rapt faces of the younger crew—Brandon Rogers, Vivienne Medrano, and others listening intently.

"When I started shooting for Disney and Vogue, the stakes were different. You didn't just take a picture; you curated a moment," Parrish continued. "I remember this one time, during the height of the drama with Sarah Brightman and the guys fighting over her..." she paused for effect.

"Brian May, Corey Burton, and Jonathan Freeman were all trying to impress Sarah at a studio party," she recounted, a sparkle in her eye. "My quote at the time—and I remember telling Cathy [Patrick Warburton’s wife] this—was, 'Honey, I’m just here to document the collateral damage while the Princess Brigade takes bets.'"

"The things I’ve seen through a lens," Parrish mused, shaking her head slightly. "Jeremy Irons and Sinead Cusack acting as Sarah’s private security detail after the Andrew Lloyd Webber split... the Peanut Gallery—Rowan Atkinson and James Woods—just sitting there with actual bags of popcorn, commentating on the entire operation. My job was to get the shot without getting shot by Jeremy’s death glare."

"And the Mouse Crew trying to mediate?" Brandon prompted, leaning forward.

"Oh, Lord, yes. They were the chief mediators of chaos," Parrish laughed. "Wayne [Allwine] and Russi [Taylor] were saints. My quote when they intervened was usually, 'Bless their cotton socks, they think Mickey Mouse diplomacy will solve a real-life soap opera.'"

"Being a photographer back then, especially for Vogue events on the side, meant having discretion, something a lot of folks in Hollywood still don't understand," she finished seriously, looking directly at the young actors. "You learn to blend into the wallpaper. You hear everything. You just choose what to capture and what to keep to yourself. It was wild, but it taught me that the best stories aren't always in the pictures, but in the silence between the flashes."

On Rob and Parrish' wedding photos

"Alright, everyone gather 'round!" Rob Paulsen announced, holding a thick photo album with a proud grin. A group of younger voice actors from the Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss casts—including Brandon Rogers, VivziePop, and others—looked up with interest from their scripts and coffee [5].

"Parrish and I were cleaning out the attic the other day," Rob said, his enthusiasm infectious. "Found our wedding album. Thought you lot might get a kick out of seeing what peak 80s fashion looked like before it got truly wild."

Parrish Todd, leaning on Rob's shoulder, rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "It was 1983, darling, we were practically trendsetters." She flipped open the heavy, white leather book.

The room quieted as they all clustered around the table. The very first page showed the couple beaming on a Malibu beach in May 1983.

"Oh my god," Michael Kovach whispered, leaning in close. "You guys look amazing."

Parrish was stunning in a white dress with delicate beadwork and an open shoulder neckline, her auburn curls pinned up elegantly. Rob, in a classic white suit, was captured in a photo below, looking utterly starstruck as she walked down the aisle [5].

"Look at his face!" someone pointed out. "Rob, your jaw is on the floor!"

Rob chuckled, not at all embarrassed. "Can you blame me? She channeled Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday that day. I was done for."

"That look still holds up," Monica Franco commented. "Seriously timeless."

A photo of Rob proposing during a Warner Bros Halloween party in 1982 was the next focus. Parrish was radiant in a black shimmering cocktail dress, a large ruby ring catching the light [5].

"You serenaded her with a funny love song?" asked a wide-eyed voice actor.

"It sealed the deal," Rob said with a wink at Parrish.

"We ran off from the roller skating club and basically never stopped," Parrish concluded, as the younger generation nodded, fully invested in the tale of Hollywood royalty romance and drama [5].

On the proposal itself ( awwwww )

"Parrish, my little desert flower, my little California poppy, the only person who makes my roller skates feel like they have a flat tire when she isn't around," Rob started, his voice a warbling, goofy serenade that only he could pull off, even as the loud thumping of a 1982 Halloween party raged on around them at the Warner Bros lot [3]. He'd steered her to a relatively quiet, dimly lit corner away from the main dance floor, his heart doing a frantic tap dance of its own.

Parrish stood before him, looking stunning in a black shimmering cocktail dress that caught the low light, her big auburn curls cascading around her tan skin [3]. She was laughing, that bright, infectious laugh he adored. "Rob Paulsen, are you doing a bit?"

"Maybe," he grinned, his eyes shining. "But this bit has a punchline I've been saving up for since May." He took a deep breath, the smile fading into something earnest and impossibly sincere. "You know, when I first saw you at the roller rink, I thought, 'That girl is too cool for me.' You were zipping around, all grace and style. I was just... me. A guy who talks to himself for a living."

She rolled her eyes, smiling fondly. "You are more than that."

"I hope so," he said softly. "Because I want to be your guy. The one who zips around with you for the rest of our lives."

He paused, fumbling in his pocket for a moment, the romantic tension suddenly cutting through the Halloween music. "I’ve loved you since you beat me at air hockey on our third date, Parish. I love how you see the world, how you capture it with your camera, how you put up with my endless stream of cartoon voices."

Then, he dropped down onto one knee, the movement surprisingly fluid for a man in a crowded corner [3]. The ruby ring he had been saving for since their first meeting glinted in the dim light, a beautiful, deep red stone set in a simple band [3].

Parrish gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes instantly filling with happy tears [3]. The laughter was gone, replaced by pure, stunned emotion.

"Parrish Louise Todd," Rob asked, his voice steady now, filled with all the love he felt. "Will you be my wife? Will you marry me, make an honest man out of this voice actor, and let me sing you awful love songs for the next fifty years?"

She didn't hesitate. The tears spilled over, running down her radiant face.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, shedding happy tears as she looked down at him, "A thousand times, yes!" [3]

Rob sprung up, carefully sliding the ring onto her finger, and then pulled her into a passionate kiss, the noise of the Warner Bros Halloween party fading entirely into the background noise of their new beginning [3].

"She said yes! She actually said yes!" Rob Paulsen burst back into the main hall of the Warner Bros. 1982 Halloween party, practically vibrating with excitement. He was still wearing his surprisingly convincing 'Duck Dodgers in the 24½th Century' uniform, while his newly-minted fiancée, Parrish Todd, shimmered in her black cocktail dress, her auburn curls slightly damp from happy tears [1].

The DJ, who was currently mixing an excellent synth-pop track, cut the music and grabbed the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, a massive congratulations to Rob and Parrish on their engagement tonight! Let's hear it for the future Mr. and Mrs. Paulsen!"

A roar went up from the crowd. Some musicians, who were deep in a debate about chord progressions, stopped mid-sentence and started applauding wildly [1].

As the music picked back up, Rob and Parrish shared a happy, dizzying dance in the center of the floor, surrounded by friends who seemed genuinely thrilled for their spontaneous, Hollywood-perfect moment of joy amidst the Warner Bros. Halloween chaos.

On the Princely Bros being Gym Bros

"Alright, settle in, kiddos," Jess Harnell began, leaning back in his chair in the break room, a mischievous glint in his eyes as a few of the younger Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel voice actors gathered around. The conversation had somehow drifted to the "Golden Days" of Disney, and Jess was in rare form.

"So, picture this: the Disney Studios lot back in the day, right? We had the 'Princely Bros'—you know, the guys who voiced all those charming princes," Jess chuckled, miming flexing muscles. "Total gym bros, the lot of 'em. Always hitting the communal gym we had."

He took a theatrical pause, letting the anticipation build.

"And then you had us," he said, gesturing to himself and an imaginary crew. "The 'Roasting Band.' Me, Rob, Patrick Warburton, Eddie, Robin—the whole gang. We decided one day, purely for journalistic research, mind you, to witness one of their workouts."

A few of the younger actors snickered.

"So there they are, grunting and lifting," Jess mimed a heavy lift with a strained face, "and we're just... watching. Eating snacks. Like we were at a drive-in movie."

He switched to a booming, Patrick Warburton-esque voice: " 'Hey Prince Charming! That bicep looks a little deflated, needs more air!' "

The room erupted in laughter. Jess grinned.

"And Parrish, Rob’s wife, who’s a photographer, she was snapping photos the whole time for the gossip archives. Sarah Brightman and the 'Princess Brigade' heard about it later and were scandalized we hadn't invited them."

"Wait, what did Robin Williams say?" someone asked, eyes wide.

"Oh, Robin," Jess sighed fondly, "He was on fire. He's watching one of them do crunches and starts narrating it like a nature documentary. 'And here we observe the majestic Prince in his natural habitat, attempting to defy gravity with abdominal fortitude! Truly a sight to behold!'"

He adopted a high-pitched, manic voice: " 'Careful, your highness! Don't strain the royal Speedo!' "

More laughter filled the room.

"We were tearing into them, all good-natured, of course. The 'Mouse Crew' had to come over eventually and mediate, I think, making sure nobody actually cried," Jess said, winking. "Good times. You should have seen the look on their faces when James Woods—part of the 'Peanut Gallery' with Rowan Atkinson—just deadpanned: 'For royalty like Prince Eric, a proper workout involves beating a sea witch with a magical sword, not lifting tiny metal sticks.'"

Jess shook his head, finishing his story. "The 'Princely Bros' were good sports, mostly. They flexed extra hard for the camera. The photo album from that day is legendary. Wish I had a copy on my phone right now."

On the teasing itself

"Alright, alright, settle down," Patrick Warburton boomed, taking a massive bite out of a turkey wrap as the 'Roasting Band' gathered near the panoramic window of the Disney Studios gym viewing area in the mid-90s [2].

"Look at 'em," Michael Jackson murmured, pointing a gloved finger toward the weight rack where the 'Princely Bros' were deep in their regimen. "They're so earnest."

"Earnest, smooth, and probably smelling like a meadow," Robin Williams cackled, leaning forward on the railing as Parrish Todd snapped a few warm-up shots with her camera [2, 3]. "Look at Prince Eric ( Christopher Daniel Barnes ) over there, lifting purely with the power of his magnificent chin!"

"Hey, respect the process!" shouted the ever-enthusiastic Rob Paulsen, adjusting his 'Property of Disney-MGM Studios' cap. "They're dedicated!" [3]

"Dedicated to making the rest of us look bad in swimwear," Eddie Murphy countered, shaking his head. "Look at Hercules ( Tate Donovan). He's so chiseled, I bet he cuts himself on his own abs."

Steve Harvey adjusted his suit jacket. "Them fellas are putting in work. Y'all just jealous 'cause the only thing y'all lifting is the studio lunch bill."

"Oh, please," David Spade deadpanned, rolling his eyes. "They're doing bicep curls with dumbbells the size of a thimble. My grandma lifts heavier groceries."

Chris Tucker chimed in, "You just mad you ain't got no prince-like physique, man! Look at 'em glisten! They shining!"

As one of the ' princes ' finished a set and wiped his brow with a pristine white towel, Parrish got a close-up. "Gorgeous light in here, fellas! Keep that angle!" [3]

"This is the most aesthetic workout I've ever witnessed," muttered James Woods from the 'Peanut Gallery' table nearby, as Gilbert Gottfried provided running commentary while chewing popcorn [2]. "I tell ya, I've seen more sweat in a library."

"The Mouse Crew would call this a 'teachable moment' in physical fitness," Tress MacNeille observed dryly, joining the gallery [3].

Suddenly, the Princely Bros noticed the audience and offered a wave.

"Oh, look! They've acknowledged the commoners!" Robin Williams announced in a mock-royal voice, bowing deeply. "Go forth, my lieges! Your carriage—I mean, your complimentary protein shakes—await!"

The Roasting Band howled with laughter, the sound echoing in the high-ceilinged gym. The Princess Brigade, walking past the open door on their way to the cafeteria, merely shook their heads with stylish amusement.

"Honestly, the drama they create is exhausting," Sarah Brightman whispered to Liz Callaway, smoothing her silk scarf [2].

"At least they're getting some exercise," Liz replied, as the sound of Patrick Warburton's booming laughter followed them down the hall [2]. "In their own way."

On why David Spade never joined the Princely bros

The "Hellaverse Juniors" gang—Brandon Rogers, Vivienne Medrano, Blake Roman, Krystina Alabado, and the rest of the new guard—are gathered around the communal coffee machine. David Spade is leaning against the counter, impeccably dressed, nursing a black coffee.

Blake, playing the part of the cheeky instigator, poses the question that’s been on their minds:

Blake: "Hey, Mr. Spade. We were just talking about the 'Princely Bros' guys—you know, Prince Charming, Eric, Aladdin's VAs, being gym bros and such."

Krystina: (Nudging Blake, trying to suppress a giggle) "Yeah, we wondered why you never join them for a bench press session."

The room falls into a expectant hush. The younger VAs are eager for a classic Spade putdown.

David Spade doesn't even look up from his coffee cup. He takes a slow, deliberate sip. He adjusts his sunglasses, which he wears indoors. He lets the silence hang for a moment, a master of comedic timing.

Finally, he looks directly at Brandon Rogers, blinking slowly.

David Spade: "Fellas," he says, his voice a signature, dry monotone.

He pauses for dramatic effect, taking another tiny sip.

David Spade: "... Kuzco is a Disney king."

The room erupts. Brandon Rogers nearly chokes on his water, dissolving into loud, distinctive laughter. Viv Medrano claps her hands, cheering and howling. Blake bangs his hand on the counter in delight.

From the adjacent room, Rob and James are heard.

Rob Paulsen: "HA! He got 'em! That's the best thing I've heard all week! Get back in your kingdom, Spade!"

James Woods: (More smoothly) "Sharp as ever, David. Very sharp."

David Spade just smirks, nods once, and walks out of the break room, leaving the next generation of voice actors to continue their cheering and laughter. The King has spoken.

"Alright, everyone gather 'round!" Patrick Warburton boomed, a wide grin stretching across his face as he held up his phone, Cathy standing by his side and giggling. The younger generation of voice actors—including Brandon Rogers, who was recording all of this for posterity—immediately leaned in, intrigued.

"So, guess what Cathy and I found in the archives?" Patrick asked, dramatically tapping the screen.

The room quieted in anticipation.

Bryce Pinkham (Stolas): "Ooh, is this from the 90s? Please tell me it's embarrassing."

Patrick Warburton (Brabantio Schiaparelli): "Brace yourselves. This is the time Steve Harvey took the roasting band to church on Easter Sunday."

He pressed play on a video, and immediate chaos erupted.

Clips from the video played:

• Michael Jackson, expertly disguised as a church grandma in a massive purple hat, was deep in the throes of a spirited "praise break," his dance moves suspiciously professional.

• Eddie Murphy led a spontaneous conga line down the aisle, the rest of the crew—including a surprisingly enthusiastic Keith David and James Earl Jones—following his lead while the rest of the congregation cheered them on.

• Parrish Todd was visible in the background, a camera slung around her neck, passing out subs like a seasoned usher.

Back in the present, the younger cast members were in hysterics:

Brandon Rogers (Various): "Oh my god, Michael's hat! Did anyone even recognize him?"

Patrick Warburton: "Nope! Not a soul recognized the King of Pop dressed as an elderly church lady! The only people who knew were us and the pastor!"

Clips from the photos scrolled across the screen:

• A photo of Steve Harvey looking incredibly proud of his chaotic friends.

• A shot of Robin Williams and Eddie rolling on the floor with laughter in the middle of the aisle.

Vivienne Medrano (Creator): "This is gold! Absolute gold! The Schiaparellis have nothing on this level of drama!"

Cathy Jennings (Cathy): "And the best part? While all of that was happening, Jeremy Irons was off at a Shakespeare reading in London with Sarah Brightman and Rowan Atkinson."

Clips resumed playing:

• A video of the lunch at Neverland Ranch, where the entire crew was doubled over laughing, describing how nobody recognized Michael.

Bryce Pinkham (Stolas): "My headcanon is that young Stolas was on a spy mission with Vassago nearby in their bird forms, observing this entire spectacle and questioning the sanity of the mortal realm."

Georgina Leahy (Stella): "Oh absolutely! Stella would have been horrified yet unable to look away."

Clips finished playing.

Brandon Rogers (Blitzo): "Man, the 90s really were something else."

Patrick Warburton: "Indeed they were, Rogers. The Princess Brigade called us after we sent them the footage. They were so mad they missed it. Said we had the best Easter service that year."

Cathy Jennings: "Parrish got some incredible shots that day. We really put the 'roasting' in the 'roasting band'."

On the church event itself....

In the mid-90s, the "Roasting Band" was infamous around the Disney lot for its ability to find humor in anything, and Easter Sunday was no exception. Steve Harvey, leading the charge, decided they were all going to church, much to the amusement of Tress MacNeille, Parrish Todd, and Cathy Jennings.

As Parrish would later recount in her photo captions: "Steve took us all to a bustling black church in Los Angeles. The plan was simple: attend service. The execution was chaos."

Their first hurdle was Michael Jackson, who insisted on an elaborate disguise. Eddie Murphy walked him in, introducing "Great Auntie Edna" to anyone who asked. No one suspected a thing.

Inside, they found unexpected company: the venerable voices of the "Coffee Book Club," Keith David and James Earl Jones with his wife, Cecilia Hart. They exchanged surprised, silent nods. The service began, a vibrant, soulful affair that ran for three hours. Rob Paulsen and Parrish spent most of the time discreetly passing sandwiches down the pews to the perpetually hungry comedians.

But the true spectacle began when the praise break hit. The music swelled, the congregation erupted in joyous dance, and the "Roasting Band" instantly found their rhythm. Chris Tucker started doing the running man, Robin Williams was a blur of interpretive dance, and Eddie Murphy led a spontaneous conga line down the aisle.

To everyone’s astonishment, the dignified James Earl Jones, Keith David, and Cecilia Hart shed their reserve and joined in with surprising gusto. Parrish captured every moment with her camera, documenting the unscripted merriment.

A few days later, when those British actors returned....

"Right then, let's see these 'Easter Sunday' photos," Jeremy Irons drawled, adjusting the brim of a rather fetching fedora he’d acquired in Covent Garden. [2]

"They’re glorious, darlings! Absolutely glorious!" Sarah Brightman trilled, passing around a stack of Parrish Todd's glossy photos showing Bette Midler attempting a split mid-conga line, with Keith David and James Earl Jones providing an impeccably deep-voiced rhythm section. [2]

Rowan Atkinson, mid-chew on a scone, pointed at one image with a twinkle in his eye. "Is... is that Michael in a wig?"

Tony Jay peered over his spectacles, a Shakespeare anthology tucked under his arm. "Indeed. A most convincing octogenarian great-aunt getup, I must say. The commitment to character is commendable."

"Steve Harvey led that charge, apparently," Sinead Cusack informed them, setting down a box of fancy British tea bags. [2] "Parrish captioned this one: 'And the Lord said, Let there be Praise Break!'"

"Oh, the absolute cheek!" Jeremy chuckled, leaning against a production desk at the Disney studios, which was currently abuzz with the returning "Princess Brigade" and "Mouse Crew" converging to hear the London tales. [2]

"You missed out, honestly, Jer," James Woods piped up from the nearby 'Peanut Gallery' table, sliding over a packet of M&Ms to Gilbert Gottfried. "They even had renaissance popcorn, according to Rob Paulsen." [2]

"We had Hamlet," Tony replied snootily, though his eyes were glued to a photo of Patrick Warburton looking utterly bewildered yet committed as the conga line snaked past the pulpit. [2]

"And we were absolutely furious we missed the spontaneous Disney-Roasting Band-Coffee Book Club dance-off," Liz Callaway lamented, looking over Sarah's shoulder.

"Next time they go to church, we're all going," Judy Kuhn declared, while Lea Salonga shook her head in fond disbelief at the pure, unadulterated chaos captured in the photographs. "Only this crew could turn a three-hour service into a Neverland afterparty."

The apologies Nick and Judy give each other are unironically the healthiest, most well-written apologies I'd ever heard in any form of media ever. The writers went crazy. Love this franchise and this movie was great