Your post has brought back so many memories ...
In October of 1995, my two granddaughters (then 9 and 6), my grandson (then 5) and my daughter and I were in a room at
The Beach Club just down the hall from where you're staying now (facing the Quiet Pool). For the trip we'd purchased a large (and, according to my grandson, very comfy) tandem stroller. And in the very last, and very late, hour of our very last day at
Disney World we parked the stroller just outside
The American Adventure and went inside to watch the show that we'd chosen (along with the
IllumiNations presentation following it) to be our perfect ending to what had been a truly magical visit.
And, we'd shopped that day. The stroller was full of gifts for the folks back home, a set of caricatures of the children that we'd had done in
Liberty Square. mugs from
The Liberty Square Restaurant, the
Grand Floridian giftbox that had held my new double-faced (Mickey and Minnie) watch (but that by then held only the receipt for it and my old - and far less expensive - one), and my grandson's (and, before it was his, my granddughter's) tattered and much-beloved
Winnie the Pooh blankie.
I have no idea what made my daughter and I so careless. Other than the fact that we were in
Disney World and it just never entered our minds that its guests might steal from one another. But, when we walked back onto the
Showcase, the stroller, and everything in it, were gone. So, our
IllumiNations was spent with several of the Park's security personnel. And my grandson's were not the only tears cried that night. It was as though the thief had just taken the last nine days, crumbled them into a hateful ball, and flung them in our faces.
The next morning, our room phone rang early. Security had found the stroller. Abandoned in an
Epcot restroom. The gifts, the mugs and the
Grand Floridian box were not with it. The caricatures were no longer fit for framing. But
Pooh was there. And that was all that mattered.
Security was holding the stroller at the front entrance to
Epcot. And our
Magical Express to the airport was due within the hour. But, somehow, my daughter made it there and back.
The stroller made one more trip (with us) to
Disney World. And I think it was some time before my grandson finally began sleeping without
Pooh. At least, I suppose he's stopped sleeping with that dear ol' bear by now. Surely ...
And I have always hoped, passionately, that there is someone walking around with a cheap
Mickey Mouse watch that he or she thinks is worth a great many more dollars than it actually is.
So, I so want you to get that call from Security/Lost and Found, too. And I so hope that the rest of your trip is as magical as it
should be.
gg
... but the BC has SAB and that might be enough to sway the kids there next year! Thanks for the tip about getting the bus from YC 
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