"Always wanted to be a star, even if it is sittin' atop this tree" muses the old sea-dog. "Hope ta Christ no bugger takes me for a fairy"
He decides to climb down and see what the poor folks are doing, and on reaching the bottom, accidently knocks the bottle of Baileys over, spilling the contents into the cats bowl. He doesn't notice.
He HAS noticed that the front door leads to a frozen European winter, while the side door comes out on the Dandenong Ranges. So he gets to figuring..........and pushes through the Fire Exit. "SHIT" He shouts. "I was hopin' this'n led to Louisiana, not bloody Hull9"