“Donald” decides to take his three nephews camping in Yellowstone national park. Pristine in their Boy Scout uniforms and equipped with their tent and oodles of tom(ato) cat(hup), he attempts to show the boys all the wonders of a petrified forest, but of course it all goes rapidly wrong as their bandaging exercise sees “Donald” ending up dunked in honey and suddenly flavour of the month for a peckish bear. Can he escape it’s menacing claws? Perhaps an old geyser can help? I wouldn’t bet much on the youngsters doing much more than sitting idly by having a well deserved laugh at their uncle’s expense. The scenarios lend themselves well to the artists colourful pen, leaving us with quite a fun outing for the fearless foursome that plays the frying pan to fire antics quite entertainingly and that almost - only almost - had me feeling story for the duck.
