Here's an easy solution: They announce they're getting rid of the disco yeti. Then they sell t-shirts, travel mugs, and other assorted memorabilia featuring the broken guy. People will get on here and wax poetic about the first time they saw him and buy it all. Disney will raise millions and be able to fix him. In the meantime, message boards and podcasts will be alive with talk of weather the new Yeti will be as good as the old Yeti. I'm calling Iger in the morning.