WR: Didn't you get into a pie fight or something on that same sound stage?

DMcK: A few years later, there was a wrap party on Stage 30 for a picture called Clambake. They wheeled in a five-foot high cake. Layer upon layer of fresh, gooey, beautiful chocolate. See, Elvis and I are standing on one side of this great big cake, and his entourage is over on the other. So one of his fellas threw a piece of that big ol' cake at Elvis. Missed Elvis, but it got me. So I picked up a piece and heaved it back at him. And a giant food fight started. By the end of it that big cake was just a bunch of crumbs. Elvis was laughing his head off. Said it was the best wrap party he'd ever had in his life.

WR: Clambake. Hmmm. I've never seen that one.

DMcK: As far as Elvis is concerned . . . well, he didn't care if anyone ever saw it. He HATED that picture.

WR: What did you think of it?

DMcK: I thought it was a piece of cheese.

WR: A piece of -- ?

DMcK: Fulla holes.

WR: Ah.

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Dallas McKennon is the world's foremost dramatic interpreter of the poetry of Robert W. Service. He has just returned to the contiguous forty-eight from an Alaskan tour. When in Los Angeles he stays in the fabulous guest facilities of Casa Loco, also known as "my place." Between Disney films, television shows and records, Dal McKennon has done more voices for Disney's than you can shake a stick at. Why, in dalmatians alone . . .

Will Ryan is the world's foremost dramatic interpreter of the poetry of Edwin Carp. But as the poet left precious little material behind, Mr. Carp's interpreters are, alas, forced to depend upon inference, innuendo and fuliginous surmise. When Dallas McKennon is in Los Angeles, Mr. Ryan is invariably awakened each morning at dawn by the authentic voice of the Kellogg's rooster, followed by the authentic voices of most of the 101 dalmatians.