Call 911
" HELP THE MONKEYS ARE ATTACKING!!!!!!!!!!!" You yell into
the telephone, but all you hear is emptyness. Eriee music fills the
background.
" Bum pum puum!!!!" You think. " The climax." The
monkeys have sabotaged our communications!!! THE FRICKIN' WORLD IS
LOOOOOOOOSSSSTTT!!!!!
In the meantime, you go get a Honey Bun out of the kitchen, and think
the situation over. You decide to........
Breathing hard, you dodge past the monkeys into the living room. You
jump to the phone, but you accidentally miscalculate and knock over
the T.V. set, your parents' vase the wardrobe, the table, the prized
Pablo Picasso painting, your N64, the lamp, the computer, the Mama
Brazilli's shack of pies, the trash can, the prized pile of junk...and
well, a whole bunch of other things. You heave yourself out of the
mess, and hobble over to the telephone. You dial 911.
