Time of Reckoning
Disclaimer: I don't own any cartoon
It was a dark and stormy night. Michael Eisner had been meeting with several chairmen from other companies. Most of them were makers of products that were useless and breakable.
"So gentlemen," said Eisner, "You have some use for my company then."
"Yes," said one of the chairmen. "We're tired of making the same old pogs and bottle caps. We've been noticing that your empire has been climbing ever so greatly over the last two decades. We've decided to hop on the bandwagon and grab some of that easy cash for ourselves."
"And why should I share my prodigious wealth with you?" Eisner asked.
"Well," said a short fat chairman, "We could help you. I see you've been running low on fresh ideas for your movies. And don't say it's not true Eisner. We've seen all the direct-to-video sequels. It's not hard to tell you can't develop anything original these days."
"Point taken," muttered Eisner, "It's just so hard to come up with story & animation. I mean, isn't it possible to make money without working anymore?"
"Well," said a tall skinny chairman, "It doesn't take much to please the average Joe these days. Just give them computer-generated graphics, a lot of explosions, a fart joke every 5 minutes, and they're happy."
"And all we ask of you," Said a chairman who resembles a toad, "is that you sell everything in your company archives, including all copyrights, to our possession, and will slap Mickey & Minnie in everything in the supermarket, generating huge cash returns that fall into our hands.
And so the agreement was made and Eisner had soled Disney's soul to the Devil...