I was in Tescos yesterday and bumped into Tarzan. I asked him how it was going and whether he was making any more movies. He told me, "Me no longer make movies, me have severe arthritis, both shoulders and not swing from vine to tree."
I asked how Jane was doing. He told me, "Jane in bad shape, in nursing home. Has Alzheimer's and not recognize anyone." How sad.
I then inquired about Boy. He told me, "Boy, gone big city, get with bad women, on drugs and alcoholic; only time hear from him, when he in trouble, or need something."
Somewhat fearful of the answer, I asked about Cheeta, when he finally beamed a huge smile and said, "Cheeta do good! He marry and have plastic surgery. Now live in Downing Street.