Hold your breath—the footlights are flickering, the overture’s swelling, and Dick Van Dyke has thrown down the gauntlet: his 2026 World Tour, a jubilant juggernaut that’s already overwhelming Ticketmaster and overwhelming timelines with ticker-tape euphoria like a vaudeville revival hitting its final bow. Announced November 27, 2025, via a heartwarming Instagram Live from his Malibu porch—where he tap-danced a snippet of “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” with grandson Barry before revealing the dates—this isn’t a tour. It’s a timeless triumph, 25 cities across three continents, alchemizing amphitheaters into ateliers of awe where laughter laps, tears tumble, and audiences applaud till their palms ache. At 100 (fresh off December 13’s centennial bash), the EGOT icon—Mary Poppins chimney sweeper, Dick Van Dyke Show everyman, and the silver-screen sage who outwitted Trump with that “dictators out of tune” zinger (16 million views and climbing)—is prancing the planet, one pratfall at a time. The world? It’s chim-chim-chereeing like the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang finale—screams, sobs, and a seismic surge that could shimmy the Sphinx.

Dubbed Dick Van Dyke: One Last Ride, this rebellion (co-starring Emmy dynamo Derek Hough for that generational glow-up) launches February 1, 2026, at London’s O2 Arena, a transatlantic tap where he’ll twirl Bye Bye Birdie nostalgia under Big Ben’s gaze, harking his 1960 Broadway breakthrough. From there, it’s a whimsical whirlwind: four nights at the Royal Albert Hall (February 5-8, blending The Music Man marches with Hough’s hip-hop harmonies), then a heartfelt hop to New York’s Madison Square Garden (March 10-12, summoning Mary Poppins magic in the city that birthed his Tony), Los Angeles’ Hollywood Bowl (March 20-22, under stars that spotlighted his Night at the Museum whimsy), and a Vegas vaunt at the Colosseum at Caesars Palace (April 1-10, echoing his Vantastix residencies with acapella antics). North America’s nostalgic nucleus? Chicago’s United Center, Toronto’s Scotiabank Arena, Miami’s Kaseya Center, and a soul-stirring Nashville’s Bridgestone Arena—homage to his Midwest mime roots with Carol Burnett skit revivals. Europe’s enchanting encore: Paris’ Accor Arena, Berlin’s Uber Arena, Madrid’s WiZink Center, Amsterdam’s Ziggo Dome, and Dublin’s 3Arena. Asia’s allure: Tokyo’s Nippon Budokan (May 5), his inaugural Japan jaunt, fusing kabuki comedy with Chitty charm. Twenty-five dates, stretchable to 35 with the hoopla—proceeds pouring into his Dick Van Dyke Foundation for arts in aging, because Dick’s dance always dreams bigger than a dozen umbrellas.

It’s framed as One Last Ride, a buoyant bow to his Vantastix days (those acapella adventures that sold out theaters till 2019) and a fresh fusion with Hough’s Symphony of Dance synergy, announced as a “soul-stirring revival breathing new life into Broadway and dance across generations.” Dick, in a misty-eyed AARP interview synced to the reveal, poured the heart: “I’ve pratfallen through a century—from Mary Poppins skies to Diagnosis Murder deductions, that CBS 98 Years of Magic special still got me grinning. This ride? It’s gratitude in galoshes. Unearthing the tunes that tickled me, debuting vignettes with Derek that’ll have you howling. At 100? It’s step lively or sit still—and sitting’s for statues.” Co-choreographed with Hough and Mandy Moore (the La La Land lift legend), this escapade’s no encore. It’s an exultation: setlist a scrapbook of splendor—”Step in Time” opener with troupe taps, mid-show medleys morphing Dick Van Dyke Show slapstick into Chitty chases, and closers like “Put on a Happy Face” rekindled with orchestral swells and LED laughs. Production? Whimsical wizardry: a revolving stage spinning the pit for 360-degree delights, pyros popping on pratfalls, and interactive screens flashing fan-submitted “Dick saved my smile” stories. New sketches? Teased as “timeless twists”—mime meets modern, collabing with Barry Van Dyke for a mid-tour family frolic.

Rumors of surprise guests? They’re the feather in this fedora, flinging fans into frothy fervor. Leaks from Dick’s den (via Variety) hint a rotating roster: Derek Hough (co-headliner) for Mary Poppins-meets-DWTS duets that’ll defy decades; Carl Reiner hologram (nod to Dick Van Dyke Show glory) for a ghostly gabfest; or Julie Andrews trading “Jolly Holiday” harmonies, her Poppins co-star returning the favor. Whispers of Broadway belters like Hugh Jackman for a Music Man march, or even Tom Hanks (his Night at the Museum museum-mate) for a comedic conga. Social’s soaring: #VanDyke2026 trended with 7.1 million posts in hours, Reddit’s r/dickvandyke swelling to 50K (“If Julie joins, I’m knitting my own umbrella”), X deepfakes of Dick and Hough on a “Supercali” remix hitting 105 million views, and TikTok challenges aping his chimney sweeps racking quintillions. “Dick solo is supernova,” one reel raved, “but guests? It’s the golden age reloaded.”

Why twirl the globe now? Dick’s no dusty darling—his 2023 98 Years of Magic CBS special drew 8 million viewers, his Vantastix harmonies hummed till 2019 sellouts, and that November 26 CBS Trump takedown (“I’ve faced dictators louder…”) went whimsical at 14 million views. “The world’s weary for wonder,” he told TODAY. “Laughter’s my ladder—raw, resilient, revolutionary.” At 100, post-EGOT haul (Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, Tony), Broadway bows (The Music Man revival), and Days of Our Lives guest spots (April 2025), his vulnerability’s the vim: steps that skip on shadows, grins defying gravity, a showmanship that’s less spotlight, more sunrise.

2026 won’t just echo—it’ll burn, pulse, lift millions higher than ever. Imagine it: 20,000 at the Bowl, bounding to “Step in Time” as confetti cascades; MSG quaking to a Dick Van Dyke medley, crowd a multigen mosaic of mirth and memories; Budokan under blooms, a “Happy Face” finale, Dick’s tenor toasting the twilight. This is Van Dyke vivified: the Danville dreamer who DJ’d in ’47, the Bye Bye Birdie boy who Broadway-ed at 35, the sage who schooled scandals with smiles. Boomers reliving Poppins flights, Gen Xers toasting tenacity, Zoomers TikToking the therapy—it’s a generational gambol proving whimsy’s winsome.

Dick Van Dyke is hitting the road… and the world’s about to scream, cry, and lose its mind. Presale for fan club (dickvandyke.com) drops December 7; general onsale December 11 via Ticketmaster. Prices? $125-$700 GA, VIP at $950 (meet-greet, signed script). Scalpers? Hawking O2 for $2.2K—snag ’em spry. Because when the lights go dark, and that first step skips? You’re not at a show. You’re in the sweep. The rebellion’s live. Who’s ready to fly a kite?

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