Érase una vez dos monos que querían saltar

Érase una vez dos monos que querían saltar una valla, uno de ellos no se atrevia pero su compañero le ayudo y los dos juntos consiguieron saltar la valla y conseguir la libertad.

His Spanish was rusty, but he was sure the man was talking about freedom loving monkeys. He wasn't sure how to respond. "El lápiz está sobre la mesa." was the only thing he could

say with a straight face because Spanish always made him think of that crazy, meth-head mouse that was running everywhere. Once at an El Torito restaurant he tried to order

a slice of pizza, and the restaraunt workers cautiously appraised him, raised their collective eyebrows, and vowed to

prevent him from leaving the restaurant unless he ordered dessert. "I'll pay the bill now," he said, but the wait staff surrounded him, crossing their arms. "You aren't going

to leave without your surprise?" It wasn't a question. They tightened their circle so the other patrons couldn't see, began to sing Happy Birthday and force-shovel the mud pie down

his throat. Slowly he began to realize that this was not how birthdays are supposed to be celebrated, while he was choking on the mud. He tried to wave to get people's attention,

But, being the unpopular little bitch he was, no one chose to notice him. He began to cry. He was going to die by choking on mud on his birthday, and his favorite toy had been

, but karma would reward our steadfast crappy-glow-in-the-dark-Scooby-dweller. In his next life, our anti-hero would become a superhero! Yeah! Saving people with his superglow!