You get out your ukelele and begin to strum an amusing little ditty of your own invention, but when you turn around to see how Donald is enjoying it you are infuriated to see that he is fast asleep. In a rage you swing the instrument at his head, but it connects instead with a sword held by a tall, elfin looking man with fair hair and pointed ears.
"I am Tarragon son of Tumeric, King of the elfin clans," he says, "and you have far more important work to do than cracking the crowns of foolish clowns!"
You decide that he is a halucination brought on by lack of sleep and stare at him blankly in the hope that he will go away. But he doesn't. Instead he goes on;
"You are the chosen one, chosen by the gods to defeat the dark one! Take this weapon," he says, handing you a rolled up copy of Twinkle, the comic for little girls "and go at once to Bangor where you will meet the great wizard Basil. He will teach you the ways of the ancient ones so that you are prepared for the battle to come!"
"Which way's Bangor?" you say, looking around doubtfully.
"Through yonder portal!" says Tarragon, and as he raises his hand, a glowing doorway appears in your midst. Having nothing better to do, except maybe to get a good night's sleep, you open the door and step inside.