Just got back from a jazz cruise to the Caribbean. On the ship I worked out and did yoga every day with a number of jazz musicians. One of them was multiple Grammy winning bass guitarist Marcus Miller. When I told him I thought jazz musicians worked out by hanging out in smoky clubs and drinking lots of booze, he told me "That's old school, man. You can't do that in our business anymore. The competition's too great." Guess what. You can't do that in my business either.
My yoga buddy and future mouse Marcus.
In my next animated movie, expect to see a small mouse, Marcus Mouse. He'll be a hip jazz musician. He wears a tiny black pork pie hat (Marcus Miller's trademark! I need me one of those!!!) and plays a talking bass guitar. When he plays the high notes, the guitar giggles. Heh heh heh heh. When he plays the low notes, the guitar moans. Ohhhhh, nooooo, whatcha going to me, man. It will come off as scat singing.
I'm giving Marcus the franchise to sell teeny tiny pork pie hats on eBay.