When a handsome young explorer was captured by natives and left strung up by jungle vines, he could have sworn he heard his captors say (in what little he knew of their language) "Leave him for the tickle monkeys".
"What the hell is a tickle monkey?" he thought, beginning to sweat at the terrible idea forming in his mind. When he eventually heard the rustling in the branches above and the sounds of excited chattering his stomach dropped.
He barely had time to shout out "NO!" before the small paws were upon him, grabbing and scratching and poking every inch of his torso. The more he laughed and squealed the more it delighted and encouraged the beasts. He was in for a long afternoon...