According to Moonalice legend, the tribe got off to a rocky start in this area. The local chief Beauregard Moonalice visited with General James Oglethorpe shortly after Oglethorpe first arrived in 1733. Oglethorpe explained to the tribal elders that he was running an experiment; he called it a penal colony. The tribe couldn't be sure, but a penal colony sounded a little too kinky for Moonalice. Just to be on the safe side, they gave Oglethorpe a peace offering of their finest buds, whereupon they were immediately arrested, the first guests in the penal colony.

According to Moonalice legend, the tribe played an unfortunate role in the Battle of Savannah during the Revolutionary War. The 420 Moonalice Supply Battalion was bringing a load of hemp from Charleston to resupply Savannah when they got lost. They wandered around for a while until they were captured by the British Army, who took their hemp and went on to win the battle against the demoralized Continental and French forces. Fortunately, the tribe (and the colonies) got bailed out by the Father of the Hemp Industry, George Washington, who kicked some British butt at Yorktown.

According to Moonalice legend, the tribe staged a huge comeback during the War of Northern Aggression. That's right. The tribe played a pivotal role in protecting Savannah from the Dreaded Yankee General Who Shall Not Be Named as he marched to the sea in 1865. It's true. Those of you who have been following the current tour know that the tribe formed up a brigade on the day after Fort Sumter and fought right to the end. Col. Buford Thudpucker Moonalice commanded the 420 Moonalice Signal Brigade, which specialized in smoke signals. By 1865, the brigade was totally smoked out. They no longer knew what they were supposed to be signaling. They just inhaled as best they could and blew smoke in voluminous billows. They were stationed outside Savannah as the Dreaded Yankee General Who Shall Not Be Named approached. Not realizing that they were the last line of defense, the brigade pulled out their most potent buds and puffed up a storm. The Dreaded Yankee General Who Shall Not Be Named took one look . . . then he took a very deep breath. Then another. Before long, he was convinced he had already burned Savannah to the ground. So he went back to the mess tent to get some munchies.

No Monkey.