Blasts of whipped cream make map reading difficult

Poor Mr. Maraschino! Out of nowhere come blasts of whipped cream. Only his ice pick saves him from being blown away. He's trying to consult a map of Ice Cream Mountain. But wait, on Ice Cream Mountain there is only one direction: up. Why doesn't he look at the sign that points to the summit?

Note, as well, how magical his scrolled map is. It tells him where he is on Ice Cream Mountain. It's a real-time, interactive, scrolled map.