Lionel J. Botch, a man of mountainous proportions, waddled through the zoo at night, his mind clouded by the sweet burn of moonshine. His tie hung loose, and his shirt was a wrinkled mess, barely tucked into his pants. He had a habit of repeating his boss's commands, a quirk that infuriated Mr. Peevly, the zookeeper. Botch, with his limited intelligence, was always the butt of the bears' jokes, yet he never seemed to learn.