he fun of Walt Disney World’s Toy Story Land isn’t just the thrill of a new roller coaster.
The landscape is intentionally overgrown, to look like weeds in a wild backyard, so you feel small.
Sit on a bench made of used wooden popsicle sticks, stained faintly by the different flavors.
Take in the elaborate larger-than-life details like a giant plastic straw holding up a string of Christmas lights or massive footprints— the equivalent of a size 240 shoe, Disney says — stomped in across t

he path to remind you Andy has been here