You step into the jellybeaneriser, a strange looking contraption that would look equally at home in a chocolate factory or in an abattoir. As the door closes behind you the machine starts up with a noise like a kazoo. Seconds later you find yourself standing a mere half-inch high, bright yellow and with a very strong compulsion to sing and play all day. Humming a happy little tune you skip out into the sunshine. You emerge, blinking, into a world of colourful jellybeans just like you. Without a care in the world you run out into the happy throng, where you skip and play and sing mindless little songs happily ever after for the rest of your life, which is until the following Tuesday, when the entire Jellybean race is scoffed in one mouthful by a large Chinese man in a Boogaas t-shirt. FIN.