Uncle Slappy's Quest for Monkey

Sense striking through the fog of your hangover, you race back to the truck and get in. You wince as the passenger door is dented by the impact of one large dog's skull. You entertain the notion this may have hurt it as much as your truck when it leaps up and tries to eat its way through the window glass.

A second rotty jumps into the bed of your truck and begins tearing into the sandbags you keep for ballast. The rest surround your truck and prepare to lunge or leap or come up with some way of extracting your creamy nuggat center from the hard candylike shell of the truck.

Do you: