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KUNGALOOSH!

Congratulations, you are all now Honorary Members of the Adventurers Club! Why don't you take a moment to peruse the files of our Club Officers, whom you will meet very shortly as you tour the headquarters:

Pamelia Perkins, Club President, always welcomes guests with open arms, though one suspects the heat has gotten to her head just a bit -- but in a delightfully giddy way.

Otis T. Wren, Club Treasurer and expert Ichthyologist, nightly reels in the suckers with his fishy stories when he's not plotting ways to win the coveted Balderdash Cup and become Adventurer of the Year.

Fletcher Hodges, our bespectacled and befuddled Curator in charge of maintaining these exotic exhibits. Good old Fletcher initiates all guests into the Club by reciting the Adventurers Creed.

Samantha Sterling, khaki-clad adventuress and mesmerizing chanteuse, she's circumnavigated the world many times but always returns home to entertain our members with her own cabaret show.

Hathaway Browne, official Club Aviator and roguish ladies man, Hathaway cuts quite a swath through the fairer sex in his spiffy green blazer and neatly pressed jodhpurs. He's just as handy at jungle landings as he is with jazzy lyrics -- but why he sings "The Sheik of Araby" with no pants on you'll just have to discover for yourselves!

Emil Bleehall is a visiting pigeon trainer and Adventurer from Sandusky, Ohio (Club chapter #602). While he lacks the sophistication and charm of Hathaway, might he capture the Club's Balderdash Cup, weaving the tallest tale ever told thanks to his 501 trained pigeons?!

As mentioned above, Colonel Critchlow Suchbench was appointed Head of Club Security for his unique and peculiar talent of sleeping with both eyes open. Nothing escapes the Colonel's steely gaze, so be on your best behavior at all times and stay out of range from his riding crop! From his balcony post, he often leads the Club in official (and not-so-official) songs -- but should you catch him snoozing, just ask a couple Club Members to join you in shouting, "Free drink, Colonel!", and he will spring to full alertness.

The Club service staff includes Graves, the erudite butler and trumpeter of announcements -- a rather austere chap who, along with the statue Goddess Babylonia, warns of the disturbing psychic vibrations that abound in the Club. It appears that the Adventurers Club was built atop the burial grounds of the Clan of the I-4 nomads, a tribe of Amazonian beauticians whose restless spirits haunt the land, threatening to tease all the Members' hair into horrific beehives! Cover your heads, for God's sake . . . who knows when they will strike again, wreaking havoc on the world's hair?!

Graves is assisted by one of a variety of shapely maids each night: Annelle, Gabby and Sunny were on duty most recently, and gentlemen . . . keep a sharp eye peeled, the short frilly skirts of these lovely maids often provide a glimpse of the adorable -- er, class they offer the Club. And no matter when you visit the Club, you will always find Nash tending bar for thirsty travelers. Actually ALL the bartenders seemed to be named Nash, come to think of it -- but after a few refreshing beverages, this mystery gives way to gratitude (just don't order any blended beverages unless you want the entire Club Membership to ask in unison, "Who ordered the sissy drink?!")

Finally, no visit to the Adventurers Club would be complete without studying the enchanted artifacts which adorn the salon walls: periodically the great stone edifice of the Goddess Babylonia roars to life to blow off a bit of jungle steam in search of worthy male worshippers, while the ancient comedy/tragedy masks Arnie and Claude hold court in the Mask Room; outside the Treasure Room, the uniquely hybrid Yakoose (part yak, part moose) protrudes from the salon wall -- don't worry, he's not stuffed and mounted, he just likes hanging around with the gang; and last but never least, the invisibly nimble digits of Fingers Zambezi possess the pipe organ which has crashed down onto the Library stage -- it used to be located on the Library's second floor, but that's another story! Good luck for the Club though, for Fingers is always willing to lend a disembodied hand or two for a night's entertainment.

Well, no doubt familiarizing yourself with the Club has brought on a terrible thirst, so ask Nash to wet your whistle, and proceed to the Library for another good drinking song and to enjoy the Club photo album, or go back to Disney Parks to explore new destinations at Walt Disney World and Disneyland.

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