Funny looking skinny middle aged guy slides goofy moustache out of a middle aged Volvo. It's quiet in the tavern parking lot (car park..simultaneous translation provided by Lane, Fielding, Patterson & Swan , Layabouts for Hire) no sled dog races tonight. None of the Reg boys in sight. The coast is clear to unload the props. Two gallons of kerosene (parafin), a bucket of lime Jello (insert British jelled dessert, what do you want for free from a bunch of layabouts?), one fire helmet, one new pair of fishnet stockings, a thirty foot extension ladder, a box of Swan Vestas, half a gorilla suit. Time for the diving flaming fart wearing half a gorilla suit into an ignited fireman's helmet full of lime Jello trick. It hasn't been done in years, but Jen Ellen's thrown open the tavern doors, and what the hell, it'll probably only cost a femur.

Suddenly, he finds himself in a hairy half Nelson. A note, scrawled in crayon is thrust into his hand. He holds it before his bulging eyes. YOU pRty Kute HAF hAirY Guyyyyyyyyyyyy, Tak mi intwo TvaRn. We Mak my Big M ick gellUS. DANCE wiht ME . Kiss me HUGG me, Lke I hug you.

He realizes that it's Koko in the throws of her primate hormones, come to reclaim Big Mick, her lost jungle love.

He screams with his last breath "Take her off by hands, you big bog trotter...." then with visions of hairy, rubbery lips descending onto his, he passes into tortured unconsciousness.