That would have been awesome! My Walk in Walt's Footsteps tour went 101 once due to a duck. Actually, it was a pretty sad story, and the 101 was due to an SG kid and a hysterical woman. As I was walking my guests from Jungle to Tiki, we hear a woman scream to our right, standing right next to the tiki fence that keeps you from falling in the little brook that connects the castle moat to jungle. I turn towards the noise in time to see someone dropping very quickly out of sight in the crowd. The first thought in my mind is "Crap, she fell in." so I ask my guests to wait right here and rush over to see if she's ok. As I'm moving through the crowd towards her, this little boy (probably 6 or 7) goes tearing past me the other way laughing maniacally, and I can hear the woman yelling for someone to "get him!" Great, now my head is saying "he pushed her". So I keep going towards her (always help injured guest before snagging little SG). As I reach her on the ground by the fence (thank god she's not in the water) she turns and stands up to show me she's got a baby duck in her hands. Only the baby duck is clearly dying. The kid stomped on it and ran away, and she was screaming for someone to help it.Shorty82 wrote: The next evening I was working in the Firehouse when I saw two ducks (looked just like the ones from the night before) wander into City Hall. No idea what happened to them next.
She SHOVES the baby duck in my face and starts screaming "FIX IT!!!". I ask her to gently put it back down in the planters, but that's not good enough. "NO! IT'S DYING!!! FIX IT!!" I ask her again and explain that if it's hurt and scared it may bite her. "YOU DON'T EVEN CARE! IT'S NOT GOING TO BITE ME, IT'S HURT! IT NEEDS LOVE, AND YOU DON'T CARE!!!" ...insert more hysterical screaming at me because I can't "fix" the duck...
By now, my tour guests have moved close enough to figure out what's going on, and are interrupting her yelling at me to ask if I want them to go search for security. "No thank you, I'll get security. Please stay together. Mam, please put the duck down." and I alternated for a few moments between telling the tour group not to break up into security hunting parties and asking the hysterical woman to put the duck down. Then the kicker: The woman screams "FINE, YOU WANT IT TO DIE, LET IT DIE!!!" and THROWS the dying baby duck INTO the brook. At this point, I gave up. I asked the tour group to follow me, put them all in the tiki room for the show, then went back to find security. By the time I got back she was gone, as was the duck and the kid.
It was known as the Waddle in Walt's tour for a few days after that, and some of my fellow guides would quack at me when I walked into a room.
