Chongo had boarded the airliner with great anticipation. He had only flown on a few occasions and always found it to be a real thrill. You didn't see all that many primates on transoceanic flights because most of them didn't have that kind of money. Anyway, they preferred the banana boat to any other form of transportation. Chongo didn't have time to take a banana boat all the way to Australia.

He would have been quite intrigued to know that Detective Morgan and more than a few other cops were going nuts trying to figure out where the body of the late Vito Fresnelli had vanished to. He would have been even more intrigued to know that Fresnelli was riding in the cargo hold of the very same aircraft for which he had bought Chongo's first class ticket...in the form of a bat!

The fat lady in the seat across the aisle was obsessing endlessly about her beloved poodle "Desiree", which was apparently langushing in the cargo hold.

"I bet it's one of them spoiled, hysterical little canine nutcases," thought Chongo. "Good for nothin' but leopard bait!"