Tony the komodo is on his way to the Komodo Convention in Beverly Hills, but he’s having some trouble finding the place.

“Uh – Pardon me – Can you direct me to the Fifth Annual Iguana Convention? Do you know the venue? I’m really sorry to trouble you. No? You don’t know?”

Dismayed but not beaten, Tony continues to search for the convention. On the way, he stops to socialize a bit with some of Hollywood’s finest. “Hey – Mind if I join you for a drink? Don’t mind if I do. Is that a martini? We don’t get those often back in the islands. Tasty!”

Stumbling on, Tony finds another drink. “Wow! This isn’t bad. Here’s a little white wine – Chablis! A bit of red wine – that’s nice.  And no annoying people to bother me.”

By now Tony is hungry, so he finds something to eat. “This isn’t bad, but people think I’m some type of ten cent lounge lizard. That’s no way to treat a komodo.”