A knock struck a thick wooden door at the Disney corporate offices. A voice spoke “come in” into a speaker, and a few seconds later the door swung open on silent hinges.

A man, who looked surprisingly like Dean Jones, walked in with a briefcase and approached a desk, behind which stood two Disney corporate lawyers.

“My client,” the man, Mr. Wilby Daniels, said, “is suing the Disney Corporation for terminally damaging his career.”

“Damaging his career?” the first lawyer asked. “Terminally?”

“Yes, terminally,” Mr. Daniels continued. “Due to negligence of the Disney Corporation, my client has appeared in only three productions since his 1937 debut in ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,’ whereas his co-stars have appeared in anywhere from four to 58. Disney has failed to brand his identity. He is the forgotten dwarf and is, therefore, unhirable.”

The first lawyer held up a hand. “Who, exactly, is your client, and where is he or she?”

“I’m right here,” a little voice squeaked.

“Right where?” the lawyer asked.

“He’s down here,” Mr. Daniels said, pointing toward the floor. “He’s Bashful.”

“Well,” the lawyer said, leaning over his long mahogany desk. “He needn’t be bashful if he’s suing Disney.”

Standing next to Mr. Daniel’s knees, the lawyer found a little bearded man dressed in a green hat and brown jacket rolling up his sleeves like he was going to punch someone.

“We contend the average American can’t name all the Seven Dwarfs,” Mr. Daniels continued. “And my client is the one they always leave out.”

The second lawyer snickered. “Now, I’m sure that’s not true,” she said.

“Yeah? Then name the Seven Dwarfs,” Bashful demanded of the lawyers.

The first lawyer thought.

“Well,” he said. “There’s Sneezy and Doc and, and …”

“Happy,” the second lawyer said.

“Oh, thank you Lydia. Happy, Sleepy, Grumpy and Dopey,” the first lawyer said. “There. All seven.”

The dwarf frowned through his great, white beard.

“That was only six,” he said.

“Are you sure?” Lydia asked.

“Yes. You forgot me,” he said. “Bashful.”

Mr. Daniels sat in one of Disney’s overly comfy chairs, opened his briefcase and fumbled through some papers.

“Since ‘Snow White,’” he said, reading from a paper that was mostly blank, “Bashful has appeared in ‘Snow White Live at Radio City Music Hall,’ ‘Jiminy Cricket’s Christmas,’ and ‘Trois contes merveilleux.’”

“And, might I add,” Bashful said. “That last one’s French. They only pay in pâté.”

“So,” the first lawyer said, looming over the desk. “What do you have in mind?”

“An out-of-court settlement of $48.5 million ...” Mr. Daniels began.

“Or a reality show,” the dwarf interrupted. “‘Bashful’s Supermodel Playhouse on Zombie Island.’”

Lydia smiled.

“I think,” she said, “that one can be arranged.”

Look for it next fall on ABC right after “Oh, my God, I can’t believe I’m watching this crap.”