I love bananas. Do you love bananas? Not as much as I do, I bet. I think they’re swell. I like them so much that I’m going to climb this absurdly tall, ludicrously narrow tree to find some. I think this might be the best idea I’ve ever had!
Apparently there are a few disgruntled orangutans at the top throwing trash down on me. Well, that’s nothing I can’t handle, right? What’s a few mouldy pizza slices and some potted plants? And, er, the occasional garbage can? Wait, er, pug dogs too… hold on, whales? They have whales up there? How did they even do that?
Okay, I’ve been hit, but don’t panic. As long as I’ve collected enough bananas, I should be able to grab back on to a sturdy sprouting leaf and climb back up. Heck, I’m a flippin’ monkey, I was born for this kinda stuff.
Poor monkey. Eh… she’ll be fine.