It’s a silly, rhyming story about a monster who is picky about his underwear, and doesn’t really want any new underwear, but finally admits, when his trusty old ones completely fall apart, that a shopping trip may just be unavoidable. His mother manages to find a whole, giant emporium dedicated entirely to underwear, but he finds something objectionable about every variety with which he is presented. Until at last he discovers the perfect pair, just like his old ones…he buys 18 pairs. It’s irreverent, full of words like tush and buns and rump that will leave kids giggling over feeling like they are skirting the line of polite society reading about underwear, yet it doesn’t cross the line into objectionable.