Every night, the skunk father goes out from his den in search of food for his wife and kittens. It is his hope to drag home the results of some untidy picnic, or the contents of a yielding dumpster. Occasionally, a housewife will ruin a recipe, and puts the hot dish outside where "spirits" can take it. The spirit is, of course, the skunk father, who, with tiny oven mitts, loads the sullied casserole onto his little red wagon and drags it away. Once home, the skunk father's work is done, and he can sleep in late the next day, secure in the knowledge that he has provided for his family.