Can you reach the autistic hippo?

I am off to the Varsity Match at Lord's today. Expect sunburn, heat exhaustion, huzzah. Talking of exhaustion, last night I spent a ridiculous amount of time psychoanalysing stuffed toys. No, really, I did. Look:

Psychiatrie für misshandelte Kuscheltiere

Forget the scary introduction. Go straight through to the patients lounge, choose a patient and start the therapy! Ah the triumph of reaching the autistic hippo and reuniting him with his family...