Story From South America

Daddy look through these

I just saw a gang of monkeys

There's not such thing as a gang of evil monkeys

And even if there was

I would never think of killing

It's a death, that's a rude thing to do

Instead I would knock it

I would tie it up, and sell it to a scientist

Than I'd take the money and sit back

And relax, and buy some stuff on craigslist

Dad there he is!

Stealing all our glue

He killed that afghan hound

And now he might kill me and you

Okay we need a plan

Take this coloured sand

Destruction is an art

I will hold him down while you stab him in the heart

Dad I can't do it

I never even knew it

But now I think I love him

I wanna take a picture of him

Hm, I'll get the camera

It's actually a good ideia

I'll put it in self-timer

You'll strike a pose behind him here

No dad, take a video!

Hm, you think so?

Yeah! So much better

Oh! I'll wear my alpaca sweater!

Agh, I can't control him

He's twisting up my thumb

Hurry up and help me!

My hands are turning numb

Ok, now it's recording!

Can't wait till it goes viral!

I use tradition, no technique

A classic spiral style!

No dad you can't kill him!

I kinda wanna keep him

He'll take it home to fatten up

And then some day we'll eat him

You disgust me! I gonna turn you in

The monkey is a filthy beast

You don't know where he's been

It basically has rabies, it probably has flees

Hello? He stole my debit card!

And racked on a ton of fees

These monkeys you can't trust em'

But they're really cute

I guess you teach him manners

And then dress him in little suits

Okay, I'll let you keep him

But you'll have to bring him up

As a member of the familiy

He could wear this mask

Or better, just love him, for who he really is

The monkeys are a great group of guys, I'd like to think of em' all as my