Poo-Putt Platter

I've tripped a lot out here in the woods lately

This is a platter of

This makes an, an exceptionally good late night's snack

And also a dandy fly swatter

Ah, my eyes are going, I can't hit it

Nothing comes between me and my masters

What is it father?

These footprints were by the flying monkey men

But they've been restrained in the Valley since we made the

Pig feet

Yes, that is what disturbs me

He'd probably get indigestion

You will go

I don't think so

Take them

This jungle is dangerous, Trapper

You will need assistance

I know what I'm doing

You risked your life for us, thanks

I've lost an arm

Good

Stop it, father

Stand back

Return to the house

No

What the?

Now, Trapper, perhaps you will listen