Nothing ever goes right for this bumbling skunk. His tribe has vanished. His mightiest weapon is a foul odor... that accidentally slips out at all the wrong times. Yet Skinnet never lets the world bring him down. He always tries to tag along, or be part of the latest happening. Inevitably his presence backfires – or, more appropriately, “stink-fires.” But he is always quick to apologize when this happens. “Sorrrrry,” he says, with an awkward drawl.