The tinyphant in question is still bunkered in her rubber plant haven. Her trunk is poking out through the leaves though, sniffing curiously at the new scent.

"She gets on great with mom and dad," Indy says offhandedly, after a suspicious glance is aimed at Mike, and then Moon. "They'll be fine."

He doesn't know what they're talking about, never having heard the rhyme. Nor can he really argue that about the custody issue, since pets are pretty much 'shared family charges' if Stampy is anything to go by.

"Rigel's okay," he then tells Moon. "I think we can do better though. Something a bit more macho, and... earthy."