On the lighter side (or much darker side, depending on how you feel) of the aforeblogged Tintin in the Congo, here’s how Tintin rescues Snowy from a pesky primate:
Another monkey? Why, whatever for? Is our intrepid hero hatching some clever scheme?
Hmmm… Interesting. Tintin certainly dispatched that monkey with aplomb, but what now?
He… he what?
I think I’m going to be sick…
“WITHOUT AROUSING HIS SUSPICIONS?!?” You’re a human being who has gutted a dead monkey and draped yourself in its still-warm fur, and now you’re walking around with your face sticking out of its neck, wearing a hat and carrying a rifle. Everything about this would arose a monkey’s suspicions!
See?! I told you! You’re insane, Tintin! You need help!
Oh my god… The monkey is talking to him? This is an acid trip. It has to be. Nothing else would explain why Tintin would suddenly go batshit insane.
Oh, no Snowy. Nothing to fear. Tintin, your master, has simply carved himself a new monkey suit and runs around the jungle smelling like freshly-skinned primate, talking to beasts and climbing through trees. Nothing to worry about at all.
And if that episode weren’t evidence enough of Tintin’s obvious insanity, consider this: after a brief scuffle with the monkey (who decides he’d rather have the gun than the hat and tries another trade, with violent results) Tintin feels so comfortable in his new skin that he walks all the way back to camp in it, much to the horror of Coco, our intrepid hero’s unfortunate guide.
Despite Snowy’s chiding, I can’t help but sympathize with young Coco’s reaction here. If I were sitting in the jungle, alone except for an unconscious assassin trussed up in my car (long story) and someone came sauntering out of the brush wearing a blood-soaked monkey hide, a safari hat, and dragging a dead antelope (it’s there, trust me) I would probably be a little bit freaked out, too.
In conclusion: Wearing monkey skin is insane. Tintin wears monkey skin. Therefore, Tintin is insane. QED