When I was a young child, my parents took me to Disneyland and we ran into the Walt himself. He seemed to be running, but since I was a little kid, I wanted to meat him. We asked him for a photograph and autography, and he was being a d\*ck to us, complaining that he had to get to some meating or something and just refusing to stop for us. My father, being the man that he is, stood up for his sun (me) and punched Walt straight in his jaw, knocking him out. A well-aimed and well-deserved punch, too. We ended up taking a photograph with him lying on the ground, but never got his autography. What a complete assh#le, we were right to leave him lying around.