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"Magic Monkey (story comp)"

Magic Monkey is standing at the bus stop again. That’s the twenty-third morning on-the-trot.
“Why do you wait here, Monkey?” says I. “You never catch the bus when it arrives.”
Magic Monkey just stands there, stroking his hairy belly, occasionally tweaking a nipple.
“Why? Just tell me why? says I.
Monkey sprinkles some fairy-dust on the pavement, points at it and -PUFF!- He vanishes.

Magic Monkey reappears in the train station, platform 4.
“What are you doing here?” says I. (I’m like a monkey on his back.)
Monkey just peels a banana and chomps it.
Chomp
Chomp
Chomp
“You always come here but you never catch a train.” says I.
Magic Monkey flings the banana skin on the floor, points at it and -PUFF!- He vanishes.

Magic Monkey reappears in Trafalgar Square clinging to Nelson’s Column.
“What are you doing up here, chimp?” says I.
Monkey strokes Nelson’s chiselled jaw and hoots: “I’m tryin’ to get away from a meddlin’ bother-noggin!”
“Oh,” says I. “I guess that means me.” - I float down from the statue and dawdle to a lapdancing club in Soho.

Magic Monkey follows me into the plush interior.
“Bootylicious! Bootylicious!” humpers Monkey. “Magic Monkey horny monkey!”
“Ohh no!” says I. “Ohh goodGodinHeaven! Ohh holey Moses! Ohh fiddle-faddle knotty-gash!”
“Bootylicious! Bootylicious! Magic Monkey horny monkey!”
Ohh hocus pocus! says I. “Ohh knicky-knacky-noo! Ohh flippy-floppy flubber-dinks!” - I nip a crisp twenty from my waistcoat pocket and slippy-dippit into the g-string of a bustluscious stripper.
“Bootylicious! Bootylicious! Magic Monkey horny monkey!”
“Ohh judder crumpets!” says I. “Ohh dogger ding-donger! Ohh catty-noodle dumbo hoe-hoe!”
I grab Monkey’s leathery forefinger and point it at the booty of the bootylicious stripper.
-PUFF!-
We vanish.

There’s nothing worse than being lumbered in public with a horny monkey.

> There’s nothing worse than being lumbered in public with a horny monkey.

I'll have to take your word on that :)

That has to be in the running for the winner's circle.

Make of that what you will...

You are screwed in the head.

That's why I like you.

Magic Monkey is standing at the bus stop again. That’s the twenty-third morning on-the-trot.
“Why do you wait here, Monkey?” says I. “You never catch the bus when it arrives.”
Magic Monkey just stands there, stroking his hairy belly, occasionally tweaking a nipple.
“Why? Just tell me why? says I.
Monkey sprinkles some fairy-dust on the pavement, points at it and -PUFF!- He vanishes.

Magic Monkey reappears in the train station, platform 4.
“What are you doing here?” says I. (I’m like a monkey on his back.)
Monkey just peels a banana and chomps it.
Chomp
Chomp
Chomp
“You always come here but you never catch a train.” says I.
Magic Monkey flings the banana skin on the floor, points at it and -PUFF!- He vanishes.

Magic Monkey reappears in Trafalgar Square clinging to Nelson’s Column.
“What are you doing up here, chimp?” says I.
Monkey strokes Nelson’s chiselled jaw and hoots: “I’m tryin’ to get away from a meddlin’ bother-noggin!”
“Oh,” says I. “I guess that means me.” - I float down from the statue and dawdle to a lapdancing club in Soho.

Magic Monkey follows me into the plush interior.
“Bootylicious! Bootylicious!” humpers Monkey. “Magic Monkey horny monkey!”
“Ohh no!” says I. “Ohh goodGodinHeaven! Ohh holey Moses! Ohh fiddle-faddle knotty-gash!”
“Bootylicious! Bootylicious! Magic Monkey horny monkey!”
Ohh hocus pocus! says I. “Ohh knicky-knacky-noo! Ohh flippy-floppy flubber-dinks!” - I nip a crisp twenty from my waistcoat pocket and slippy-dippit into the g-string of a bustluscious stripper.
“Bootylicious! Bootylicious! Magic Monkey horny monkey!”
“Ohh judder crumpets!” says I. “Ohh dogger ding-donger! Ohh catty-noodle dumbo hoe-hoe!”
I grab Monkey’s leathery forefinger and point it at the booty of the bootylicious stripper.
-PUFF!-
We vanish.

There’s nothing worse than being lumbered in public with a horny monkey.