This is how my mind works. Fear me.

When I was young, the local McDonald's had a Playland with the usual cast of McDonaldland characters.  My favorite part of the playground was a giant Big Mac (the policeman) that you could climb up into.  It was vaguely mushroom shaped, with the body being a metal tube with a ladder that lead up to the large, hamburger-shaped head—which was basically a cage.  (Cause he was a policeman, right?)  Oh, the crazy times we had playing in that hamburger-cum-cartoon character-cum jail cell.

Eventually all of the cool old Playland equipment disappeared from McDonald's.  It was pretty tragic.  (Years later, I actually found the old equipment—bouncing Fry Kids, slide, Big Mac, and all.   It had been bought by (or donated to) a Catholic church's daycare center down the street.  Their playground was way by in the woods, behind the church building.  There was a pair of dilapidated sheds at the edge of the forest, and a vaguely unsettling feeling to everything over there—right on the edge of the quarry.  It was actually a pretty creepy area.  But it was cool to find the old playground.  I would play on it while my sister had soccer practice at a nearby field.)