Bart arrives for our Fur Picnic and he thinks we are going to be eating cheese and drinking . But I have other plans. You see, I sent him to Iceland to find some new furs for my collection, and he did a good job, but the one I wanted the most, a chinchilla fur coat, he failed to procure. Bart makes some lame excuses about how he could not find them, but there are no excuses in my world, only strict punishments for not following my exact orders.