The Mask of Monatiki

From the heart of the jungle comes the savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence, comes one of the most colorful figures of all time.

Transcribes from the immortal pan of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan, the bronze, white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burrows, the story of the mask of Monotiki. I walk slowly along the rugged elephant trail, pondering in the horrible fate of so many strangers who would brave the fierce kongle.

And lost in thought, he was oblivious of the band of chattering monkeys who swung from free to free following in his wake. And finally they were aided the game and scampered off, say for one tiny simian who dodged Tarzan's footsteps, really demanding recognition. Very small one but today I have no patience.

Nick hema I didn't recognize you. Now careful Nick hema your nails are as sharp as those of the sheet of a panther. Suppose you sit quietly on my shoulder and tell me what you've been up to during these many movies you've been away. As I recall the last I saw of you you were in pursuit of a very pretty little female

monkey. Well, that's fine. I'm happy you decided to marry, settle down and raise a family. At least you returned in time to cheer me up before the wind changed. I caught an alien scent. I was just called. So, you still have the disposition of a small boy, huh? All right, Nikima, we'll play tag.

I can travel as quickly as you, Nikima. And I, Duke, can swing up into the upper level. Here's a brine right here that I can... Oh. Crazy. He couldn't have gone too far in this length of time.