This plot permits Tarzie’s idyllic romance with his mate (Maureen O’Sullivan) to be rudely interrupted by a couple of the missus’ relatives from London. Mrs Tarzan has unknowingly become the heir to a late uncle’s large fortune, and the relatives try to bring her back to civilization so that she may grab the coin and help them grab some of it also.
It so happens, however, that their jungle guide is a dastardly rat who sees in Tarzan a cinch freak show attraction for up north, and it takes not only Tarz himself but also a big zoo full of animal friends to clear up the mess, save the lives of the white folks, give the villyan his just dues, and restore Tarzan’s mate to Tarzan.
Johnny Weissmuller once again looks good as the jungle boy. And O’Sullivan is also okay once more as the loving wife, but considerably more covered up in clothing this time. A female ape called Cheetah is the Tarzans’ pet and houseworker, and some expert handling of the monk provides the picture with its most legitimately comical and best moments.