You take hold of Donald's left leg and pull as hard as you can. Unluckily, since you are also the size of a spider, this has very little effect.
'Ha ha,' says Donald, presuming you are playing some sort of game with him, and starts pulling at your leg too. To your dismay, your leg does actually come off and you are currently watching Donald waving it victoriously in the air. With horror you realise that all this while you have been nothing more than an animated shop-window mannequin operated by The Boss by remote control.
It also dawns on you that Donald was never actually part of the Crazy Place at all. He's just been here so long that he knows no different. You begin to feel for him, but wait, you've spotted someone clearing up with a vaccuum cleaner. 'Donald,' you say, and you look at each other knowingly. You both scuttle as fast as you can and are sucked up inside the vaccuum cleaner. 'This is where our life begins' you say.