Upon their arrival, they found that the famous explorer Archibald Overbite was there searching for the Lost Kingdom of Gagglewack.
In the Lost Kingdom of Gagglewack, all the Gagglewackians were lost. None of them had the faintest idea where they were. The king of Gagglewack, King Enuff, had responded to the crisis by immediately sending out a search party to find his throne. But the search party soon became lost and strayed into the realm of the Keeper of Words.
The Keeper of Words was not kindly disposed to the search party. He captured them in a cunning trap made of molasses and unripe kiwi fruit. Once incarcerated by the Keeper of Words, they began to lament their fate. They had been really stupid to have taken on this journey, because they had been lost even before they had begun.
Overbite was the only one who could possibly find and save them now. He had a secret agenda of his own, but he had forgotten to bring it with him when the kingdom had been moved! Ever since then he had been ad-libbing. He had never before been forced to think for himself. He was mostly taking his cues from old movies he had seen.
The Keeper of Words was the one who had designed the infamous Gagglewackian street system, a maze of one-way streets so complex that it caused all the Gagglewackians to become lost. That is how the Kingdom of Gagglewack had become the Lost Kingdom. (The fact it had been moved to Florida only complicated matters even more.)
The reason he was called the Keeper of Words was because he was the only person able to memorize all of the street names in this kingdom and others. Of course this included Florida, even though many thought it had fallen off into the ocean like California had centuries ago.
Most people considered the Keeper of Words to be a little eccentric because, believe it or not, he could not remember what his own birth name was. And that was fortunate indeed, because all members of his birth family were famous real-estate agents.
This would not ordinarily be a bad thing, except that there exists in North America a little-known tribe of dwarves who so hate real-estate agents that they hunt down the most famous real-estate agent every year. Then they ritually chastise them by slapping them repeatedly with copies of the real-estate agent's own lying brochures. Then, they bring the real-estate agent to a large open area of land and sell it to them!
Meanwhile, in the Lost Kingdom, the king sent a second search party to look for the first one. "Great Googly Moogly!" the king screamed, "Why did the first search party come up missing?" He paced the floor nervously.
He was also anticipating the arrival of the queen in the throne room. He hoped she would show up without her pet monkey this time. But the queen was in her chambers plotting the overthrow of her king. She wanted to make her pet monkey king instead.
Her reasons for doing this were many, but some of the reasons were:
1. The monkey had better taste in clothing than her husband.
2. The monkey was easier to train.
3. The king never knew when to keep his mouth shut, but no one ever knew what the monkey said so she could do all of the translating.
4. It cost less to feed the monkey.
5. She would not have to cook for the monkey.
6. The most important reason of all was that she wanted ALL of the POWER.
Now it is one thing to think about doing this, but our feisty queen had begun to take some action. She had made arrangements to enlist the aid of the Great Googly Moogly, a tiny creature renowned throughout the world for, among other things, being offended by the king's constantly taking his glorious name in vain. He intended to put an end to this offensive behavior by enlisting the aid of Cake Man.
Cake Man was a member of the League of Pointless Super Humans. Due to a nasty accident involving a large mixing bowl, a packet of dried sultanas, and a proton accelerator, Cake Man was able to turn himself into a slice of delectable Battenburg Cake. This was not of much use to the great Googly Moogly, but Cake Man could also call upon his faithful companions, who were actually not of much use to anyone either.
Meanwhile, our poor Carlos was feeling ignored, lonely, and cheated out of his pot.
Meanwhile, a new shipment of Bud had arrived in the Lost Kingdom via Moogly Air Express. While the rest of the Lost Tribe were wandering around in circles trying to find their kingdom, our little group of conspirators were feeling just FINE.
They had only one problem, and that was that the monkey secretly wanted ALL the power. He planned on making the queen HIS puppet. He also planned to set up a banana republic to take over the kingdom. This would force the queen to do his nefarious bidding.
His plan was to instigate a riot in the palace during which his monkey army would take control. They would leave the jungles for the towns and take over the towns the humanoids lived in. Once the monkeys were in place he could then bring his secret master-plan into being:
He would sell the Kingdom to Wal-Mart and use the profit to go to Disneyland!
In reality, he had no monkey troops in the jungles, but poor Bonzo loved to daydream. In fact, he was so engrossed in his daydream that he never saw Archibald Overbite flying above the treetops hanging from a penguin. Neither did the other conspirators notice this strange sight, for they were all too drunk.
Archibald Overbite liked to take his cues from movies he had seen, and today he was taking his cues from the movie, "The Three Stooges." Archibald launched into a chorus of "Moe, Larry, the Cheese! Moe, Larry, the Cheese!!"
This startled the penguin so much that he dropped poor Archibald while they were still in the air. But luckily Archibald fell into a large banana-custard pie that just happened to be sitting out in the middle of the jungle.
Through a face full of custard, Archibald shouted, "Thanks for the lift, Sid! Tell Marshmallow Man to have fun at the campfire tonight!" Sid waved goodbye and flew out of sight.