Jiminy isn’t so jolly

My alarm woke me from a rather bizare dream that has me scratching my head! 

It goes as follows (more or less)

I was shopping at a mall in pursuit of a pair of shoes. I found a store, browsed, and selected a pair of black PF Flyers. I got in line to purchase my PF Flyers where a group of tourists tapped me on my shoulder. They spoke in a language that I magically understood, It was a sort of hybrid language like spanglish, but more like japanese mixed with english…japalish I guess. They asked me if they could move ahead of me in line. It was a long line and appearently I was in a hurry. I told them no, but pointed my finger in the direction of Jiminy Cricket, and told them in japalish to ask him. Jiminy Cricket was mad at me for assuming it would be okay for the tourists to jump ahead of him in line. He attempted to beat me with his umbrella..except it was more of a cane in my dream. Before Jiminy Cricket could get to me, I took off running out of the store for the sake of my own safty. As I was running Jiminy and the tourist gang broke out in song. They were singing Kokomo.