At last the swirling colours begin to resolve themselves into firm shapes - the shapes of singing, dancing jellybean people. They are singing a winsome little ditty;

'We are the jellybeans!
We sing and play all day
If you were a jellybean,
You'd want to stay that way!'

At first you find them quite amusing, but this is only until they notice you standing there whereupon they turn nasty. Out of nowhere they produce little swords and begin to wave them menacingly.

'What are they?' asks one to another, motioning towards you and Donald with his sword.

'I don't know,' replies the other, 'but they're not jellybeans so they've got to be jellybeanerised.'

Do you: ask to see their leader, or find out what they taste like?