The doorbell rang. Dinner had arrived.
Monkey ran to the door with his new Hess helicopter in one hand and an airplane in the other. “Mama? Can I show him my new helicopter?!”
The delivery guy looked in and said, “Ooh, nice helicopter and plane!” as Monkey zoomed them around.
“Thanks!” said Monkey, beaming.
Monkey turned on him. His eyes glowed red and it was only a matter of time before the lasers began shooting out.
Then, in a “There is no Monkey, only Zuul” type voice, he shouted, “I DO NOT WANT TO BE A
PILOT! I WANT TO WORK AT IKEA!”
The delivery guy chuckled, but all I could think about was …
Mmm… free Swedish meatballs…