Monkey's Auntie Mary Gives Prezzies

Czech Plush Monkey's Adventures!

Monkey sees and does stuff.

Monkey

his Auntie.

Auntie Mary Gives Prezzies!

"OMG!" shouts Opice in text-message speak to his Auntie Mary who has given him a big bag of presents. FYI he means "Opice Monkey Goodies!" when he says it.

What he doesn't shout, say, or whisper is "Thank-you, Auntie Mary." But she expected not to hear that. She loves her little ingrate because he's the most honestly greedy, self-serving, egocentric, duplicitous, selfish, untrustworthy, unreliable, shiftless, fair-weather, corruptible, and unprincipled young'un she knows.

"He'll have a brilliant career in politics," she predicts.

"Uuuuuuuuu," Monkey approves."Wearing this I can be a spy. No one will recognize me. I'll be totally anomalous!"

Curser over his picture to
see if it worked. ==>

His Auntie laughs, "You look like Groucho Marx!"

"No I don't! Who's he?" Opice protests.

Monkey digs deeper into his gift bag and finds sparkling bling [a.k.a. faux diamond jewelry]. Rings, earrings, bracelet, and glittering necklace necktie. Except there's a problem.

"You see?" he groans. "That's why I don't wear neckties. They never fit."

Uh-oh. Opice get's a new idea. To see his solution, roll-over the foto.
WARNING: he does a 'full Monkey.'

More and more
and more prezzies!

There's a yellow shirt with red fishies on it. There's red shorts to match the shirt. There's a red and yellow and SureWest beach ball.

"My Auntie Mary treats me right!" he approves handing her the ball to blow up for him.

Mary's impressed. That's the closest Monkey's ever come to showing gratitude.

If you know Monkey, you know he can't sit still for more than a few seconds, least of all when he has an audience.

"I have attention benefit syndrome and I'm proud of it!" he looks around for what to do next. "Did I show you my friend David's mobile duck pond?" Opice jumps down from the lawn chair and bounces over to the float-in-progress to show it off to Mary.

"He's making it for Burning Man to pull behind his bicycle. It's got a wagon underneath where he can hide his ice and water and stuff. But don't tell anyone cuz it's a secret how to open it with the ducks on top.

"I can tell you one secret, Auntie Mary. These are plush ducks; they're not real like me.

"Speaking of real, I'm real hungry. Can we have BBQ lunch now?"

Mary puts pillows on Opice's chair so he can sit properly at the table. Then she puts a Monkey-sized bib on him.

He looks down at it and announces, "I heart bibs!"

"Ribs," Mary corrects his reading.

"Bibs," Monkey insists.

"Ribs."

"Bibs! Bibs! Bibs!
Ribs I eat. Bibs I love. They keep my plush lush."