Disney Magic at the Magic Kingdom

“Former Disney Cast Members of Reddit, What are Some of Your Craziest/Creepiest/Best Stories?”

1) simplybenny wrote this:

“This was a while ago now, but it still makes me smiley and nostalgic.

“Character performers, such as myself, are only out during specific timeslots during the day for pictures. When those times end, usually guests aren’t allowed to enter the queue anymore, and we finish up taking photos with those remaining. Unfortunately, this day was particularly hot and fur characters had been experiencing issues (i.e. fainting) due to the heat, so they were packing us up rather quickly at the end of shifts. Dale and I (Chip) were waving our goodbyes to the guests when we heard this child absolutely WAILING her lungs out over not being able to meet us — she wasn’t being bratty, she sounded genuinely upset. 

“My attendant is the best. The crowd dispersed a bit, and she was able to catch up with the parents. She found out they would be returning tomorrow, and since we all had shifts the following day, we pulled some strings to set up a small meeting. Here’s how it went down: 

“The parents, as instructed to, brought her to Critter Country a while before the first meet and greet of the day. I crept up behind her and gently put my paws over her eyes, and pulled them back to reveal Dale striking this wonderfully heroic pose in front of her. I still remember how she screamed in excitement when she realized her favorite Disney characters had come out just to spend some time with her. We gave her autographs and did photos, then spent the rest of the time playing tag. :)”

2) bibbityboppityburner wrote this:

“I’m surprised no one has mentioned Towel Baby. Most people who worked at WDW-MK in the early 2000s heard of or met Towel Baby. It’s a rather sad story, so I’ll try to tell it respectfully. 

“Several times a week a couple with annual passes came to the Magic Kingdom with what appeared to be a swaddled infant. However, if you looked closely, the woman was carrying a rolled-up towel wrapped in a hospital newborn blanket. The man was always very gentle, leading his wife through security and into the park. I’m not certain if they went on rides, but I know for sure that they always asked for a table for three at restaurants. They came through my turnstile a few times and while the woman rarely made eye contact, they were always soft spoken and respectful. The story / legend was that the couple had lost an infant years prior and the woman fell into a deep depression and became delusional. The only thing that kept her somewhat functional was fussing over this towel and coming to the Magic Kingdom. 

“Observing them navigate the park was a master class in compassion, not only watching the husband care for his wife, but seeing every single cast member treat them both with respect and kindness. I remember managers telling us not to make fun of them (obviously) but also not to fuss over them — they’re just another family enjoying the park.”

3) ThePoetPrinceofWass wrote this:

“Whenever a Disney story thread comes up, this one from u/Ihaveanotheridentity is always the best: 

“I have one moment that stands out above all the rest. I was waiting for someone to ask me this question. It’s the reason I left a good job as a VIP Tourguide and moved to the Character Department.

“I was working City Hall one day when two guests came in with two little girls. One was in a wheelchair and the other one looked like she had just seen death. Both were cut and bruised and the one in the wheelchair had her arm in a cast. The two women were actually nurses from a hospital and were asking for a refund on the girls’ tickets, something we avoided doing at all costs. When I asked why, they told me the story. The two girls were with their mom and dad at Epcot, and on the way home they got into a horrible car accident. The mother was beheaded right in front of them. The father eventually died, too, but the two girls didn’t know that yet. They were from overseas and had no money and no contact information for anyone they knew. They were bringing the tickets back to get the girls some much-needed money to help get them back home. My heart absolutely sunk. If you had seen these girls, you’d know why. They were truly traumatized. I refunded their tickets and got permission to be their private tour guide for the rest of the day (which they were not expecting). I walked them to the VIP viewing area for the parade, which was as far as I could walk them in the costume we used to wear at City Hall. I had to leave them there while I put on my VIP costume. On the way down, I pulled out every kid joke I could think of. I was a REALLY good tour guide (I helped write part of it), and I knew how to make kids smile. Nothing worked. These girls were too far gone for that. I left them at the bridge to go change, walked backstage and bawled my eyes out. I just had never seen something so horrible. I was truly affected and it was a terrible feeling of powerlessness not being able to fix the situation. When I came back, I brought them to get ice cream, take them on rides and stuff, but they never smiled, not once. The nurses were loving it and were trying to get them into it, but it just wasn’t working. We went back to the bridge to watch the parade. It was there that I honestly saw true magic. Real magic, not bullshit. I had called the parade department to let them know what was going on and set up a private meet and greet after the parade. As the parade was coming around Liberty Square, I told the girls that I had called Mickey and told him all about them. I told them that Mickey asked to meet them after the parade.

“The little girl in the wheelchair smiled.

“‘Really?’ she asked. My heart skipped. ‘Yes, really! He told me to tell you to look out for him in the parade and to follow the float back to City Hall.’

“The other girl smiled.

“‘You mean right now?’ she asked.

“It had worked. They were talking. Not laughing, but talking. It was the first time I had heard them speak. Every single parade performer came up to them on the bridge and told them to look out for Mickey. Every one of them told them that. When Mickey’s float came up, Mickey (who was attached to a pole at the top of the float) managed to turn her body sideways, look down at the girls and point towards Main Street. That was all it took. The girls were excited now. They had forgotten about death. They were lost in a magical world, and I couldn’t believe I was watching it unfold in front of my eyes. We followed that float all the way back to City Hall, singing ‘Mickey Mania’ the whole way. Back then, City Hall used to have a VIP lounge behind the desk that was for privacy during difficult situations or to host celebrities. I took them in and showed them the book where all of the autographs were. They were eating it up.

“The girl who was Mickey that day got down off her float and without even taking her head off walked up to me backstage and said ‘Let’s go.’ I walked in with Mickey behind me, so I got to see the exact moment the girls met their new friend. They got shy but Mickey was in control now. Those girls met the REAL Mickey Mouse that day. Every single parade character stayed dressed to meet those girls. One by one they’d come in and play a bit then leave. We were in that lounge for over an hour. Mickey stayed in costume the entire time (which is hard to do after a parade). When Mickey finally said goodbye, I had two excited girls on my hands who couldn’t stop smiling. They talked and talked and talked. We had a wonderful day after that, but what I remember most is when we walked by the rose garden, the older one said, ‘Oh, my mommy loves roses! I mean…’ and she stopped. I held out my hand and walked her to the gate, picked her up and put her on the other side and said, ‘Pick one!’ She looked happy as she picked out her favorite rose. She didn’t say anything more and she didn’t need to. I said goodbye to the wonderful nurses and the wonderful girls then walked backstage behind the train station. This time I didn’t cry. It felt so good to be a part of that. I realized that as much as I liked helping guests at City Hall, the true magic of Disney was in the character department. I auditioned, transferred, and never looked back. Thanks for letting me relive this. It was a special day for me.”

Source: siamesedream81, “Former Disney Cast Members of Reddit, what are some of your craziest/creepiest/best stories?” AskReddit. 10 March 2018



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“Taxi Drivers of Reddit, What has Been the Creepiest/Weirdest/Most Intense Experience You’ve had with a Passenger?”

Here are some answers:

1) chey_b4 wrote, “Creepy! I was 19 and drunk when my group lost me, and my roommate went on her ‘normal’ drunken disappearing adventures and she had the only key to the house at the time. This taxi was picking up a group of guys from the bar I was at when he noticed I was upset and alone and it was late. He asked if I needed anything, and after I told him my situation he said if I was comfortable with it he would allow me to sit in the passenger seat until his shift was over so he could help me find my friend and get into my house. We spent a few hours talking and doing pick ups/drop offs until his shift was over. After that (6:00 am) he spent another hour trying to drive around to find my friend where I thought she might be. After not finding her, he drove to my house and tried unsuccessfully to safely break into my house for me. I had nowhere to go and didn’t know what to do. He offered to let me sleep on his couch until we figured out what to do about my friend and getting into my house. So, he picks me up breakfast on the way and I slept on his couch with a cat until about noon when he got up and drove me back to my house when my roommate finally showed up again. This is in America where things could have went very badly, but he was just an honest, kind man who helped a young girl from something that could have went way worse had he just left me at the bar by myself that night. It’s a weird and kinda crazy story, but I’m still thankful for that man.”

2) wolfgirl2345 commented, “That’s amazing. I had a similar experience but with a bus driver. To cut a long story short, I ended up getting on the wrong bus, which then turned out to be the last bus of the night. By the time I found out, we were at the last stop, an airport. I appealed to the driver to help. He could have kicked me, a young student, out to fend for myself, but instead he took me back to the depot where another bus driver put me in a mini van with five other bus drivers and drove me all the way back to my own front door. It could’ve gone very, very wrong, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. But they were my gruff and grimy Knights in uniform and I’ll never forget their kindness. Restores your faith in humanity.”

Source: jimjamfrogboy, “Taxi drivers of Reddit, what has been the creepiest/weirdest/most intense experience you’ve had with a passenger?” Reddit. January 2018




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“In What Ways are You an Unsung Hero?”

Here are some answers:

1) Lordbobsaget wrote this:

“In elementary school there was this kid who would never have a lunch or money for lunch, and I started splitting my lunches with him, telling him that I wasn’t hungry enough to eat all of it so he didn’t have to feel bad. My dad chaperoned a field trip one time and saw me do it so he told my mom and she started packing an extra lunch for him.

“I didn’t really realize much of what I was doing at the time except for sharing my food, but I feel good knowing that he ended up having a lunch every school day of the year because of my parents and me.” 

2) noicantsee wrote this:

“My grandmother grew up in an awful foster home; she would have to sit on the floor in the kitchen and eat scraps from the ‘normal’ children’s breakfast and often didn’t eat anything before school. Obviously her foster parents didn’t pack her any lunch or give her money, so often she went weeks with only one decent meal a day. 

“Some boy noticed she would always sit alone at lunch and never eat (she wore oversized hand-me-downs, was shy and foreign, and so was naturally rejected by her class). He went home and asked his mom if she could start packing him two sandwiches the next day; after his mom heard the whole story, she obliged even though their family wasn’t well off either. For the next few years the boy and my grandmother ate lunch together every day and to this day are still extremely close friends. Every time she tells that story, she gets very emotional because he started her on the track of removing herself from that awful foster home, practically saving her life. Thank you.”

Source: TheFilipinoFire, “In what ways are you an unsung hero?” Reddit. January 2018





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What is the Nicest Thing a Stranger has Ever Done for You?

Here are some replies:

1) TheBrowGame wrote, “One time when I was a teenager, I was being stalked by a guy in his 20s and he followed me on the train. He stood very close to me and made me uncomfortable, but he wasn’t touching me. I was young and not outspoken. I didn’t know what to do, and I was too embarrassed to make a scene. I moved to another area and he followed. An older guy in his late 30s or early 40s noticed. He was tall and well built. He was going to say something to the guy, but when he looked at me, it’s almost like he understood I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. So, he shielded me with his body and stood between me and the guy the whole way, looking at that guy like he was going to beat him up. The stalker left after a while. I said thanks to the older guy. He nodded and left, too. He walked to the opposite direction to take the train back to the previous stations. I wondered how many stations he rode along with me and the guy.”

2) DancesWithHookers wrote this:

“Used to work at a grocery store in high school and was skeleton staff for Valentine’s Day evening. Lots of people running in and grabbing things for a homemade dinner and lots of last-minute flowers. Then comes in one gentleman about 10 minutes before close, scrambling to grab things for a last-minute meal. He has me choose a bouquet for his wife. All of the red roses were gone by then, but there were still some yellow roses left so I grabbed those for him. He asked me why I chose the color and I just explained that it seemed happy and beautiful. As I was ringing him up, he grabbed a second bouquet, allowed me to bag it up for him and before he walked out, handed me my own ~$50 bouquet. 

“Here is the girl who had big braces, no-name glasses, never had a boyfriend, finally being given flowers. I cried the whole walk home. 

“No one had ever given me anything like that before, and I am sure that I still have that dried-up bouquet in storage somewhere. That was the single kindest thing someone has ever done for me on a whim.”

3) CarsonH666 wrote, “Slid off the road in the middle of nowhere, closest town probably 15-20 miles away. Nice lady stops, I tell her I’ve called my insurance and a tow truck is on the way (10 feet of snow bullsh*t), and she drives off. Anywho, about half an hour later the lady comes back with a bag full of Taco Bell. Tremendous.”

4) badgurlvenus wrote, “Aww, I had a random lady stop for me, too. She was taking her girls and their friends to the movies in my town. I was in the boonies, tire blew at 70mph, and I went right into a cornfield across the other lane. She stayed with me while my dad came to get me, out in the cold, missed her movie. Not a care in the world besides making sure I was safe and not alone after my first crash. Hugged me multiple times and let me cry on her. Forever thankful for that random lady.”

5) stateofyou wrote, “A homeless dude in New York saw me sitting on a bench in a small park in Manhattan. I had my bags with me, but I looked terrible as I had a missed flight two days before and was only 19 but in that summer heat I was messed up and trying to figure out how to get to JFK. He assumed that I was homeless, too, and said to me, ‘I got a bag of cans, I’ll split the couple of dollars with you and we can both get bread, and if we hurry I know where we can get soup.’ Bless his heart, I had plenty of money, but it was such an act of selflessness. I explained that I was on my way to the airport but just taking a break, I gave him twenty bucks and told him to get a good meal.”

Source: GolfXray89, “What is the Nicest Thing a Stranger has Ever Done for You?” Reddit. 2 February 2018





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Have You Ever Picked Up a Hitch-Hiker?


MD786 wrote this:

“My friend and I were pulling onto the highway [in 2011] when suddenly a Mexican-looking kid waved us down and ran up to our window. He was carrying a suitcase, the big ones like we take on international vacations and it seemed as if he had been walking for some time. Judging from his appearance, I figured he was probably 20-21 years old. He asked us if he could get a ride to ‘Grayhun.’ We both looked at each other and understood that he was saying Greyhound, and the only Greyhound bus stop in town was at this gas station a few miles down the road. It was cold and windy out and we had some spare time, so we told him to jump in. 

“Initially thoughts run through your head and you wonder … Is he going to put a knife to my neck from behind the seat? … I wonder what’s in that suitcase? … Kilos of coke from Mexico because this is South Texas? … A chopped-up body? … But as we began to drive, I saw the sigh of relief through the rearview mirror and realized this kid is just happy for a ride. When we got to the gas station, my friend walked in and double-checked everything to make sure it was the right spot, but to our surprise the final bus for Houston left for the day. The next bus at 6:00 p.m. was in a town 25 miles over. We tried explaining this to him. I should have paid more attention in the Spanish I and II courses they forced us to take in high school; the only words I can really say are si and comprende. My friend and I said, ‘F**k it, let’s drop him off,’ and turned to him and said, ‘Listen, we are going to eat,’ — first making hand gestures showing spoons entering mouth — ‘and we will drop you off after,’ but homeboy was still clueless and kept nodding. 

“We already ordered Chinese food and began driving in that direction and when we got there, he got out of the car and went to the trunk as if the Chinese restaurant was the bus stop. We tell him to come in and eat something first, and leave the suitcase in the car. He is still clueless. When we go in, our food was already ready. We decided to eat there so he could eat as well. When the hostess came over, she looked Spanish, so I asked her for help. I was like, ‘Hey, listen, we picked this guy up from the street. He missed his bus and the next one is 25 miles over. Can you tell him that after we are done eating we will drop him off? It’s ok, no problems…’ and she was kinda taken by it and laughed, translated it to the guy, and for the next 10 minutes, all he kept saying was ‘Thank you.’ After we jumped into the car, I turned to him in the back and was like, ‘Listen, it’s 25 miles. I’m rolling a spliff. Do you smoke? He still had no clue, but when we sparked it up, and passed it his way he smoked it like a champ. He had very broken English, but said he was from Ecuador and he was in USAmerica looking for a job to make money for his family back home. Like I said he was probably 20-21 years old. Shortly after, we arrived at our destination, and said farewell. Dropped him off at some store where he would have to sit on a bench outside for the next hour … but I did my best. I hope he made it to wherever he had to go.

“My man got picked up, fed sweet and sour chicken, smoked a spliff, and got a ride to a location 30 minutes away. I hope he will do the same for someone else one day.”

Source: MD786, “Have you ever picked up a hitch-hiker?” Reddit. 2011





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