Carefully you cut a path through the encroaching follicles to reach the stranded figure. 'Thanks awfully old chap,' he says when you have set him free 'thought I'd never see the light of day again. Do you like rock music?' He is carrying a pair of opera glasses which you use to survey your surroundings. Donald's hair spreads to the horizon in every direction.* Some distance away the top of some sort of tower sticks out forlornly from the forest of hair. This, you realise, must be the helter-skelter. In the other direction is what looks like a small island, but which must be the top of a large mountain. Slowly you make your way towards it. Click here old chap.

*Only in the Crazy Place will you find horizons in every direction.