They were there, but a little distracted by sheer, absolute wonder. Mikey was inhaling, had been inhaling since they jumped through the portal, and now the inhalation was resolving itself into a high pitched wheeze that suddenly, with Mikey's lungs at max capacity, became a screech of absolute delight.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Silence fell - BRIEFLY - as Mikey inhaled again and every eye in the pole stared at him.

"THIS IS EPIC!"

Mikey's whole person had suddenly become reduced to yelled questions and pointing. He pointed at at the tiny scurrying people. "ARE THOSE ELVES?" The giant walking moustached carpet-people. "WHAT ARE THOSE?" Out the window at the deep canyon and jagged fields of endless snow and glacial ice. "ARE THEY FRIENDLY?" At the cookies. "CAN I EAT THOSE?"