"Let's rehearse one more time!" I squealed, throwing coffee at my coffee's face.
"But I want to play with my monkey," whined Snicker.
"Where's my monkey?" crooned a voice.
"UNCLE!" I screamed. "Did you find your monkey yet?"
My uncle shook his head. "He is sulking in the sea. He's probably having fun at the Titanic."
I gasped. "That monkey should really be controlled! The Titanic is that really old shipwreck club underwater, right?"
My uncle shrugged. "Yeah. All of the monkeys seem to be down there. How's your monkey?"
"Doing well!" I said cheerfully. "Uncle, watch our rehearsal of how we are going to brutally destroy every Smart alive!"
My uncle rubbed his hands together and took a seat on the ceiling. "Start, my pets!"
So we began an animated version of our rehearsal. I was the savior!!!!!!!!!
"Thee art evil pewter!" I screamed, which was the last line of the play. We tramped away, waving purple flags made of purple grass.
