Urp. Walt Disney died in 1966.
Even if Iger stood at the Transportation and Ticket Center, posing in front of $3 billion in large bills, and proclaimed through a bullhorn, "AS GOD AS MY WITNESS, YOU'LL NEVER RIDE BUSES AGAIN!!!" there would still be that thorny problem of the Walt Disney Co. being a publicly traded entity. With lots of institutional investors. Who are, in the main, joyless, humorless, and focused almost solely on quarterly profits. Were the above scene to play out, these gray men (and women) would send the stock into a most scarifying free-fall. The effect would be only slightly more tame than if Iger were to smear himself with condiments from the bar at Pecos Bill's Cafe and roll around on the floor shrieking, "I'M THE WORLD'S BIGGEST HOT DOG!!!!!!"