Showing posts with label Monkeys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monkeys. Show all posts

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Meanwhile, in the jungle...

He approached life with a critical eye, living every day with solemnity.

Though he was in a jungle, of a sort, he swore to himself never to become an animal, to instead hold himself with perfect dignity in his every moment, to approach each new problem with a cool head, a rational mind and a calm, reasonable demeanor.

Which he did, through all the days of his life, and this attitude allowed him great success.

He never was distracted by anything so foolish as a hat.


And that’s why the tales of Serious George, the serious little monkey, remain untold…

Thursday, January 8, 2015

I Want to Make a Movie: P. Diddy Edition


I want to make a movie, and I want it to star P. Diddy.

Does P. Diddy even make movies? Because if he’s going to star in mine, it would be helpful if he were also an actor.

It would be fine if he weren’t, don’t get me wrong, non actors make movies with varying degrees of success every year, but it would be helpful if he were…

Anywho, I want to make a movie, for children, and I want for it to star popular New York hip-hop icon P. Diddy, as well as being based upon one of his more popular songs.

More Monkeys, More Problems, my movie will be called. Essentially Diddy, playing himself, inherits one hundred monkeys from a distant relative who in life had owned a circus, finds through a series of unusual to the point of wacky circumstances that he can neither give these monkeys away nor find an appropriate caregiver for them and, when he’s forced to go about his business as a rap mogul trailed by a sizable parade of monkeys, hilarity ensues.

It’s 101 Dalmations but with trained monkeys, basically. Because everyone loved 101 Dalmations and trained monkeys are clearly funnier than dogs could ever be.

Anyway, at first P. Diddy’s life is turned upside down by the sudden influx of circus animals, as you would expect, but as the film progresses he grows to love them, to the point that he couldn’t imagine living without them.

He can, after all, afford to keep them easily enough, as he does have P. Diddy money going on.

And then, in the third act, the monkeys save P. Diddy’s life, or he saves theirs, from some sort of evil, anti-monkey conglomerate. I’m not sure how that will wind up playing out to be honest, there are third act problems in the script that WILL have to be ironed out before the first day of filming, but the money-shot is a helicopter lifting off a skyscraper in downtown New York with dozens of monkeys hanging off it, P. Diddy chasing behind.

It’s going to be a badass action comedy, but with a lot of heart. The sort of thing that manages to be simultaneously “High Concept” and “Feel Good.” Fun for the whole family, the sort of thing you could take anybody out to see.

Anyway, that’s my notion. If any of you know how I can get in contact with P. Diddy, I’d really appreciate it, I think that a film like this really does have a lot of potential. It’ll never be a tent pole flick, obviously, but as a modestly budgeted family comedy it may well wind up over-performing.

And, of course, the soundtrack would be an automatic hit. The lead single, after all, would be performed by Will Smith. No reason, I just like when he raps the plot to a popular movie…

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Weekly Prompt Story: Monkey

http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2012/12/09/weekly-challenge-346-monkey/


How to Increase Your Enjoyment of Popular Music
By Christopher Munroe

Every song improves when you replace the word “Money” with the word “Monkeys” in the lyric.

Monkeys don’t get everything, it’s true. But what they don’t get I can’t use, I want monkeys.

Or:

She works hard for the monkeys, so hard for them, honey, she works hard for the monkeys so you better treat her right.

I’ve just ruined countless songs for you, but you see my point.

Oh! Except for “Shock the Monkey” by Peter Gabriel. That one’s already about a monkey.

For that one, replace “Monkey” with “Munsi.” You’ll find the result shocking.

As, apparently, will I.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Our First Fight...

…began when I brought home a monkey.

I’d dressed him up in a pirate hat and pantaloons, but you were, for whatever reason, unimpressed.

You claimed it was a frivolous decision, and I should’ve consulted you. And I countered that he was very well behaved, and further that monkeys are awesome.

For whatever reason, you remained unconvinced. You went to bed angry, I joined you later, and eventually we were back to being okay. Relationships are, after all, about how you deal with inevitable conflicts.

Our second fight came a few weeks later, when you adopted a retired circus elephant

Monday, June 21, 2010

The Monkeys

Backstage are two cages.

In one cage, the monkeys. The monkeys are delightful. They juggle and balance on balls, they wear adorable hats. And best of all, they genuinely like people. Should you want to shake their little monkey hands, you can, should you want a picture with them, feel free to take one.

In the other cage, the other monkeys. They’re not delightful.

The other monkeys, half starved, are agitated into a rage. They’re trained to fight with knives, and they hate human beings instinctively.

Also, they have rabies.

Tonight, the audience was good. Let loose the good monkeys.