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*Old 30s film voice over*
The grimy office, set in the metropolis of Noir City. Upwire, the fledgling news office, was up and running.
If you would walk down out onto the street, Journo-Monkeys (literaly) would
be searching for news. It was cold. This city was distinctly lacking in news for the little be-hatted chimps. The editor, an oddly large man, going by the new name of Fat Tony, was sitting in his office. He was talking to a new recruit.
'So kid. Ya new to this business'
'Well yes si-'
'Good. Fresh meat. I want you out there, training monkeys to find news!'
'But sir-'
*Phone rings*
'Hello? Whadya mean cancelled? Eh? Tell that stuffy nosed snob he'll give us his divorce story whether he likes it or not!'
*Slams phone*
'So kid. Welcome aboard!'
'Thank you-but,'
'Snuggly! Get in here!'
He was brisk. He was confident. Snuggly was his underling runner, in other words, the chief monkey trainer.
'Now, Snuggly, my Dolly Parton Convention starts in an hour. I want the entire paper finished by then. Use the stick!'
'Yes sir!'
Fat Tony handed the stick over to Snuggly, who headed over to the 'Monkey Room'
****
Deep in the dark abysses of the streets under the twisting tubes of obscure purposes, he Journo Monkeys ran. OHHAAHHA! They were searching. Look. For. News. Else. Snuggly. Stick. OW!
The streets were busy, and Fat Tony was hurrying to his Dolly Parton convention. A journo monkey, unaware he was following his boss, tracked him, his simple brain calculating that this was a lead. Fat Tony dived inot a shop, grabbed a pair of 3-D glasses, and walked on. The Monkey followed, curious, not about Tony, but about the red and blue glasses. Hmmmm...t-a-s-t-y. better than food. Snuggly feeds. Mouse. rats. Worms. YUK!
Fat Tony reached the giant Dolly Parton Concert Hall, and put on his 3-D glasses. A thousand other big men were all standing around, 3-D glasses on, and looking at a giant 3-D image of the famous singer. OOOOOOOO!
The monkey took up his camera. *SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*
A story already forming in his head, the monkey headed back.
***
The office was grimy, but the young couple, Louis and Clarketa, were kissing in the corner. SMACK! Snugglys stick was back in action. Anyhoo, the monkey returned, hoo-haaing and chimping about. He put his camera and hastily scribbled notes (bannana pictures) in the Chimp COM, and typed in his story, which was translated to English, or rather, humourous Upwire language.
***
The next day, the paper went out. It was only the 7th issue. The paper went out on rather odd days - seemingly random, and a little general.
Fat Tony, happy and tired after his convention, sat down at his desk, and took up the paper.
'Ahha!' he exclaimed happily. The paper had been selling like hot cakes.
He turned to the front page. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
*GANGSTAS REVEAL NEW SECRET WEAPON! TASTY COLOURED GLASSES!*
His new secret weapon for cheap labour - Journo Monkeys had backfired! His paper was selling millions, but lo! He was the culprit. There, in the front of a mass of fat menacing, tired looking people, was he, raving around with his glasses.
'SNUGGLY! BRING ME THE MONKEY!'
'Can't!'
'WHY?'
'He bit me - hes got attitude! A monkey with attitude!'
'A WHAT?'
The sirens whistled.
Damn that labour plan!
***
;)
The grimy office, set in the metropolis of Noir City. Upwire, the fledgling news office, was up and running.
If you would walk down out onto the street, Journo-Monkeys (literaly) would
be searching for news. It was cold. This city was distinctly lacking in news for the little be-hatted chimps. The editor, an oddly large man, going by the new name of Fat Tony, was sitting in his office. He was talking to a new recruit.
'So kid. Ya new to this business'
'Well yes si-'
'Good. Fresh meat. I want you out there, training monkeys to find news!'
'But sir-'
*Phone rings*
'Hello? Whadya mean cancelled? Eh? Tell that stuffy nosed snob he'll give us his divorce story whether he likes it or not!'
*Slams phone*
'So kid. Welcome aboard!'
'Thank you-but,'
'Snuggly! Get in here!'
He was brisk. He was confident. Snuggly was his underling runner, in other words, the chief monkey trainer.
'Now, Snuggly, my Dolly Parton Convention starts in an hour. I want the entire paper finished by then. Use the stick!'
'Yes sir!'
Fat Tony handed the stick over to Snuggly, who headed over to the 'Monkey Room'
****
Deep in the dark abysses of the streets under the twisting tubes of obscure purposes, he Journo Monkeys ran. OHHAAHHA! They were searching. Look. For. News. Else. Snuggly. Stick. OW!
The streets were busy, and Fat Tony was hurrying to his Dolly Parton convention. A journo monkey, unaware he was following his boss, tracked him, his simple brain calculating that this was a lead. Fat Tony dived inot a shop, grabbed a pair of 3-D glasses, and walked on. The Monkey followed, curious, not about Tony, but about the red and blue glasses. Hmmmm...t-a-s-t-y. better than food. Snuggly feeds. Mouse. rats. Worms. YUK!
Fat Tony reached the giant Dolly Parton Concert Hall, and put on his 3-D glasses. A thousand other big men were all standing around, 3-D glasses on, and looking at a giant 3-D image of the famous singer. OOOOOOOO!
The monkey took up his camera. *SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*
A story already forming in his head, the monkey headed back.
***
The office was grimy, but the young couple, Louis and Clarketa, were kissing in the corner. SMACK! Snugglys stick was back in action. Anyhoo, the monkey returned, hoo-haaing and chimping about. He put his camera and hastily scribbled notes (bannana pictures) in the Chimp COM, and typed in his story, which was translated to English, or rather, humourous Upwire language.
***
The next day, the paper went out. It was only the 7th issue. The paper went out on rather odd days - seemingly random, and a little general.
Fat Tony, happy and tired after his convention, sat down at his desk, and took up the paper.
'Ahha!' he exclaimed happily. The paper had been selling like hot cakes.
He turned to the front page. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
*GANGSTAS REVEAL NEW SECRET WEAPON! TASTY COLOURED GLASSES!*
His new secret weapon for cheap labour - Journo Monkeys had backfired! His paper was selling millions, but lo! He was the culprit. There, in the front of a mass of fat menacing, tired looking people, was he, raving around with his glasses.
'SNUGGLY! BRING ME THE MONKEY!'
'Can't!'
'WHY?'
'He bit me - hes got attitude! A monkey with attitude!'
'A WHAT?'
The sirens whistled.
Damn that labour plan!
***
;)
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*Old 30s film voice over*
The grimy office, set in the metropolis of Noir City. Upwire, the fledgling news office, was up and running.
If you would walk down out onto the street, Journo-Monkeys (literaly) would
be searching for news. It was cold. This city was distinctly lacking in news for the little be-hatted chimps. The editor, an oddly large man, going by the new name of Fat Tony, was sitting in his office. He was talking to a new recruit.
'So kid. Ya new to this business'
'Well yes si-'
'Good. Fresh meat. I want you out there, training monkeys to find news!'
'But sir-'
*Phone rings*
'Hello? Whadya mean cancelled? Eh? Tell that stuffy nosed snob he'll give us his divorce story whether he likes it or not!'
*Slams phone*
'So kid. Welcome aboard!'
'Thank you-but,'
'Snuggly! Get in here!'
He was brisk. He was confident. Snuggly was his underling runner, in other words, the chief monkey trainer.
'Now, Snuggly, my Dolly Parton Convention starts in an hour. I want the entire paper finished by then. Use the stick!'
'Yes sir!'
Fat Tony handed the stick over to Snuggly, who headed over to the 'Monkey Room'
****
Deep in the dark abysses of the streets under the twisting tubes of obscure purposes, he Journo Monkeys ran. OHHAAHHA! They were searching. Look. For. News. Else. Snuggly. Stick. OW!
The streets were busy, and Fat Tony was hurrying to his Dolly Parton convention. A journo monkey, unaware he was following his boss, tracked him, his simple brain calculating that this was a lead. Fat Tony dived inot a shop, grabbed a pair of 3-D glasses, and walked on. The Monkey followed, curious, not about Tony, but about the red and blue glasses. Hmmmm...t-a-s-t-y. better than food. Snuggly feeds. Mouse. rats. Worms. YUK!
Fat Tony reached the giant Dolly Parton Concert Hall, and put on his 3-D glasses. A thousand other big men were all standing around, 3-D glasses on, and looking at a giant 3-D image of the famous singer. OOOOOOOO!
The monkey took up his camera. *SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*
A story already forming in his head, the monkey headed back.
***
The office was grimy, but the young couple, Louis and Clarketa, were kissing in the corner. SMACK! Snugglys stick was back in action. Anyhoo, the monkey returned, hoo-haaing and chimping about. He put his camera and hastily scribbled notes (bannana pictures) in the Chimp COM, and typed in his story, which was translated to English, or rather, humourous Upwire language.
***
The next day, the paper went out. It was only the 7th issue. The paper went out on rather odd days - seemingly random, and a little general.
Fat Tony, happy and tired after his convention, sat down at his desk, and took up the paper.
'Ahha!' he exclaimed happily. The paper had been selling like hot cakes.
He turned to the front page. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
*GANGSTAS REVEAL NEW SECRET WEAPON! TASTY COLOURED GLASSES!*
His new secret weapon for cheap labour - Journo Monkeys had backfired! His paper was selling millions, but lo! He was the culprit. There, in the front of a mass of fat menacing, tired looking people, was he, raving around with his glasses.
'SNUGGLY! BRING ME THE MONKEY!'
'Can't!'
'WHY?'
'He bit me - hes got attitude! A monkey with attitude!'
'A WHAT?'
The sirens whistled.
Damn that labour plan!
***
;)
The grimy office, set in the metropolis of Noir City. Upwire, the fledgling news office, was up and running.
If you would walk down out onto the street, Journo-Monkeys (literaly) would
be searching for news. It was cold. This city was distinctly lacking in news for the little be-hatted chimps. The editor, an oddly large man, going by the new name of Fat Tony, was sitting in his office. He was talking to a new recruit.
'So kid. Ya new to this business'
'Well yes si-'
'Good. Fresh meat. I want you out there, training monkeys to find news!'
'But sir-'
*Phone rings*
'Hello? Whadya mean cancelled? Eh? Tell that stuffy nosed snob he'll give us his divorce story whether he likes it or not!'
*Slams phone*
'So kid. Welcome aboard!'
'Thank you-but,'
'Snuggly! Get in here!'
He was brisk. He was confident. Snuggly was his underling runner, in other words, the chief monkey trainer.
'Now, Snuggly, my Dolly Parton Convention starts in an hour. I want the entire paper finished by then. Use the stick!'
'Yes sir!'
Fat Tony handed the stick over to Snuggly, who headed over to the 'Monkey Room'
****
Deep in the dark abysses of the streets under the twisting tubes of obscure purposes, he Journo Monkeys ran. OHHAAHHA! They were searching. Look. For. News. Else. Snuggly. Stick. OW!
The streets were busy, and Fat Tony was hurrying to his Dolly Parton convention. A journo monkey, unaware he was following his boss, tracked him, his simple brain calculating that this was a lead. Fat Tony dived inot a shop, grabbed a pair of 3-D glasses, and walked on. The Monkey followed, curious, not about Tony, but about the red and blue glasses. Hmmmm...t-a-s-t-y. better than food. Snuggly feeds. Mouse. rats. Worms. YUK!
Fat Tony reached the giant Dolly Parton Concert Hall, and put on his 3-D glasses. A thousand other big men were all standing around, 3-D glasses on, and looking at a giant 3-D image of the famous singer. OOOOOOOO!
The monkey took up his camera. *SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*
A story already forming in his head, the monkey headed back.
***
The office was grimy, but the young couple, Louis and Clarketa, were kissing in the corner. SMACK! Snugglys stick was back in action. Anyhoo, the monkey returned, hoo-haaing and chimping about. He put his camera and hastily scribbled notes (bannana pictures) in the Chimp COM, and typed in his story, which was translated to English, or rather, humourous Upwire language.
***
The next day, the paper went out. It was only the 7th issue. The paper went out on rather odd days - seemingly random, and a little general.
Fat Tony, happy and tired after his convention, sat down at his desk, and took up the paper.
'Ahha!' he exclaimed happily. The paper had been selling like hot cakes.
He turned to the front page. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
*GANGSTAS REVEAL NEW SECRET WEAPON! TASTY COLOURED GLASSES!*
His new secret weapon for cheap labour - Journo Monkeys had backfired! His paper was selling millions, but lo! He was the culprit. There, in the front of a mass of fat menacing, tired looking people, was he, raving around with his glasses.
'SNUGGLY! BRING ME THE MONKEY!'
'Can't!'
'WHY?'
'He bit me - hes got attitude! A monkey with attitude!'
'A WHAT?'
The sirens whistled.
Damn that labour plan!
***
;)