Land of the Lost was a great show. Do you remember it? The Marshalls, the furry little monkey boy (was his name Rupret?), the Sleestacks. It's amazing how frightening the Sleestacks were even though they moved as if they had serious problems with piles (Itching! sss-shh-ss Burning! sss-shh-ss Swelling!).
That's what my son sounds like right now as he crawls around the house, a Sleestack. He moves around a little better than one, I suppose, though he's not walking yet. He's croupy, carrying around a pink string of beads that could have come right out of the Crystal Cave or off the Matrix table inside that aluminum teepee. Occasionally, he'll stop to bark like a seal. I don't think the Sleestacks ever did that. I'll have to speak to him about it.