Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede - Change To Pirate Theme in Myrtle Beach

Change To Pirate Theme in Myrtle Beach

On September 22, 2010, Parton said she would change her Myrtle Beach theater after 18 years. After the Christmas show, the Myrtle Beach location shut down. The animals were moved to the other Dixie Stampede locations or sold. Starting in June 2011, Pirates Voyage Fun, Feast & Adventure, "a watery wonderland with an indoor lake where pirates will roam", featured a pirate fight along with a five-course meal. Parton appeared for the June 3, 2011 opening "clad in pink-sequined pirate's garb", and the South Carolina General Assembly declared June 3, 2011 Dolly Parton Day.

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