Monkey Business

Monkey Business

I opened the closet. One monkey, hands over eyes.

I closed it. Paced the floor. The monkey banged around in the closet.

I opened the closet. Two monkeys, one had hands over eyes, second had hands over mouth.

I closed it. Paced the floor. The monkeys banged around in the closet. Jumped up and down on the floor.

I opened the closet. Three monkeys, one had hands over eyes, second had hands over mouth, and now a third had hands over ears.

“What kind of monkey business is this?” I said to the three monkeys.

The first monkey answered, “Figure it out.” They grabbed the knob and closed the closet.

I opened the closet. “I got it. See nothing, speak nothing, hear nothing.”

Three monkeys skittered on the slick closet floor, trying to get out. Finally they succeeded, then they ran to the bed. They all jumped on the bed.

“Alright, I got it. ‘Three little monkeys, jumping on the bed, one fell off and bumped his head.” And just like that, one fell off and hit the nightstand.

Now the monkeys stood in a line. One monkey touched its nose. The others mimicked the act.

I thought for a moment. “I got it! ‘Monkey see, monkey do’!”

Chattering and screeching, the monkeys climbed all over the house. Up the steps, down the steps, up on the furniture, climbing on the bookcases, jumping over to the curtains.

“Hey, seriously, what kind of monkey business is this?” I asked the crazy chimps.

“You tell us!” said the second monkey. “You’re the banana boss!” The monkeys howled.

My sister came back from shopping at that moment. “How’s it going with the monkeys?”

“Horrible! Don’t EVER ask me to watch your kids again!”

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