During an impromptu shopping spree, Aunt Jewels and a dog named Maggie May are kidnapped and dog napped respectively.

The song's hook snared me.

an antropophagous tribe

There is no man here so young—and we have some very young members—but he must have observed, must have known from the impulses of his own mind and his own feelings, that, when in a state of high excitement, a man's judgment is not so accurate, not so effectual, not to be relied upon to such an extent, as when he is cool, calm and collected. That is an axiom in morals, in the history of human life, about which I suppose there will be no question. Are we now in that condition?