You are now a mere half-inch high, bright yellow and with a very strong compulsion to sing and play all day. You are also worryingly aware of the huge orange-haired clown staring hungrily down at you. In another moment you are wrestling to free yourself from his fingers as they carry you inexorably towards his gaping jaws. 'Donald, no!' You cry in a tiny voice 'Can't you see - it's me!' But it is too late… You are splatted!