The Bungles sure are a large and noisy bunch! So noisy that Sam, the middle Bungle, has no room to think and is desperate to escape his booming, twooting, banging, clanging family. So off he wanders into the woods for some peace and quiet. Deeper and deeper he goes, until . . . eek! What’s that climbing up his pant leg? Beek! What is flapping around his face? Eeky-beek! What could be sliding down his neck? HELP! Will he ever again hear the comforting cacophony of his own Bungle clan?