I don't know if you are aware of this, but I love the muppets. And there is a whole muppet show there. My only disappointment was that there was BARELY any Muppet merchandise in the Muppet store. What's up with that, Disney?
Next I went here: 
I hit the countries first, because they sounded the coolest to me. And I walked. And walked. And walked. And walked. And walked. My feet may never forgive me.
I scooted back to the Magic Kingdom just in time for the Parade of Bright Things, and to pick up a few last-minute souvenirs.
Also, I learned an important thing, that I will apply should I ever go there with children. Don't take them into the gift shop after the parade, people. You're just asking for a meltdown when you say no to the hideous backscratcher cup holder fluffy thing. I should have counted how many kids I saw having meltdowns. If I had a dollar for every kid I saw crying, I could totally pay for a great souvenir.
And the evening was topped off by a lovely bus ride home, complete with the helicopter mom who would not lay off poor Angelina. I can tell you that her name was Angelina because mom would not stop saying her name. This kid was probably 7, and mom every 20 seconds was saying her name. And over stupid things. She wantd her to hold onto a SPECIFIC hand rail, even though there were two, and the one she was holding onto was just as sturdy as the higher one. Also, she was worried about her falling despite the fact that she was SITTING on the step midway through the bus (we were short seats, and she was also VERY concerned about her husband, who was forced to stand beside her. Why we should feel sorry for him I don't know, because despite the large beer belly, he seemed just as able as the rest of us to stand.
Turns out I get judgemental when I'm tired.
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