The strange men began looking back and forth at one another, communicating through a series of grunts. Crutchy looked at them funny and reached out for his crutch, which was lying a few feet away from him. Picking it up, he pulled himself into a standing position; this is when he finally took notice of his surroundings.

He had been lying on soft, albeit sparse, grass. Where there wasn't grass, there was dirt and dust. The sky was an organeish-yellow hue. There was a mountain range that began behind where Crutchy stood, and at the base of these mountains were scattered several caves. Several trees were scattered throughout the plane where he stood, but it was mostly ground and sky.

"Heya, fellas, can you point me in the way of the nearest train station?" Crutchy asked them in a very friendly manner.

The biggest man grunted and took hold of Crutchy's shirt, lifting him at least three feet off the ground. "Grr grr arg ugh! Arg uh! Uhg ug ug uh! Arg arg."

Crutchy, thinking that he was in some foreign country, tried to answer the strange man in his native toungue. "Uh uh arg arg....aww, c'mon, put me down!"

The man and his companions nearly fell over laughing at Crutchy's pathetic attempt at communication. He dropped Crutchy on the ground and continued laughing.

Suddenly, one of the cavemen grunted to the biggest man frantically, and the big man grabbed Crutchy by the arm and pulled him in the direction that he and the other cavemen were going. "Hey! Where we goin'?" Crutchy asked, a bit alarmed but always ready to try something new.

"Guh ugg arg!" the caveman answered angrily, and Crutchy shrugged. He'd find out soon enough.

And he did find out indeed. When the cavemen stopped running, Crutchy's eyes fell upon a field full of boulders. A caveman stood in front of the makeshift entrance with a rock and a small stick. As each caveman that was with Crutchy passed the man, he grunted and the man beside the entrance used the stick to make a mark on the rock. "Ah, it's like checkin' in!" Cructchy exclaimed.

The biggest caveman, who still had Crutchy by the arm, started to converse with the one at the entrance. "Ugh ugg arg grr."

The entrance man raised his eyebrows and looked at Crutchy. "Grr ug arg guh urr?"

"Ugh."

"Agh arr ugh urr arg arg! Arg guh gah ur ugh!"

Pointing at Crutchy, the big caveman exclaimed, "Agh ugh ARG! Urg ug?"

Nodding, the entrance man answered, "Urg ug," and pointed Crutchy in the direction of the field.

"Well, I guess I'm workin' here, eh?" he asked with a big smile on his face before being pulled along by the big caveman.

The caveman and Crutchy stopped in front of two large boulders. "Urg agh," the caveman said, motioning for Crutchy to sit down in front of one of the boulders.

Crutchy complied, puzzled. The big caveman sat down in front of the other boulder and looked to Crutchy. "Ugh arg urg, urg urg grr arg."

Then, he took a big stick in one hand and a stone in the other. Holding up the rock, he said, "Grr arg urg ugg, grr 'ooga'." Hitting the boulder with the stone, he repeated, "Ooga."

"Ooga," Crutchy repeated, trying not to show his amusement.

The caveman then held up the stick. "Arg arr ugh grr arg urg ugg, grr 'chacka'." He hit the boulder with the stick and repeated, "Chaka".

Crutchy, on the verge of a complete hysterical breakdown, repeated, "Chaka."

Holding up both stone and stick, he began hitting the boulder with them, and in sequence he chanted, "Ooga, chaka, ooga, chaka," as he hit the boulder with each.

Making a gesture to Crutchy that he should mimic, the caveman pointed to the ground beside Crutchy, where lay another stick and another stone. Trying not to laugh, Crutchy took hold of each and started beating the life out of the boulder. The caveman growled in anger, making Crutchy stop. Frantically, he grunted, "Grr urr ugh argh agg urg ug! Grr ug, 'Ooga, chaka, ooga chaka'!"

Taking the hint, Crutchy chanted as he beat the boulder. "Ooga, chaka, ooga, chaka."

The caveman laughed proudly, watching his young apprentice at work. Then he joined Crutchy and all the other cavemen present in beating and chanting, "Ooga chaka."

When they got off work at the end of the day, the cavemen took Crutchy back to the largest of all the caves at the foot of the mountain range. There, they all sat on the cold dirt floor in a circle around a pile of brush and wood. Proudly, the big caveman grinned at Crutchy and pointed toward the pile. "Ugh ugg arg grr! Urg agh!"

He sat down in front of the pile, taking a stick and rubbing it between his hands mercilessly, and finally he ignited a fire. Cheers erupted from the other cavemen. "Fiiiiiirrrrrrrrrre! Fiiiiiiiiire!"

"Well, 'least they know one word," Crutchy muttered to himself.

The big caveman pointed to Crutchy. "Ooga-booga!"

"What?!" Crutchy asked, alarmed at the fact that all the cavemen in the room were advancing toward him.

Before he could say "Joseph Pulitzer", Crutchy was yanked up and carried high above the group of cavemen. "RAH, guys!" he exclaimed, trying to get down.

The cavemen laughed at this, especially the big fella. "RAH, guys!" he repeated.

All the other cavemen thought that this was funny and tried to mimic. Soon, cries of, "RAH, guys!" echoed mercilessly throughout the cave. Crutchy was angry at them for making fun of him, but this was not his only problem. The cavemen appeared to be planning to make him a human sacrifice.

"OOGA BOOGA!" the big caveman cried as the other cavemen tied Crutchy's arms and legs to an uprooted tree with long pieces of grass.

Terrified, Crutchy cried, "Please, I dunno who brought me here, but get me out! I don't wanna be a barbeque for a bunch a' cavemen! SOMEBODY GET ME OUT, PLEASE!"