Somewhere in the Deepest, Darkest Jungle

We left our intrepid crittergators a few days ago, beset by monkeys, in the middle of the deepest, darkest jungle.

Well, somehow - and we're not really sure of all the details about how - our tiny, colorful friends managed to escape those wild monkeys.

Rumor has it that one little red-shirt, always the bravest of the bunch, may have distracted the monkeys, broke their ranks.

And that then the four friends charged those malicious monkeys and broke free!

Having learned their lesson about whacking through the jungle by themselves, the friends chartered the services of Pink Toad Jungle Tours, Inc., to take them the rest of the way.

Well, the tour guide might have had a bit of an attitude. A disapproving attitude, from the looks of it.

But the guide had strong arms to carry them, and strong legs to get them to their destination.

So the four friends hopped on top - the view was best from up there, anyway - and continued on with their wild jungle adventure . . .

The soundtrack: Guns 'n Roses, Welcome to the Jungle.