“It's hammer time!”
Bob the Builder*
You'd think gun magazines would be loaded with paper, not bullets. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Everything Is
More Fun Than A Barrel Full Of Monkeys
My name is
Marilyn, and I'm know for being a party animal. I host the greatest
parties. From the crazy parties that run through the night to the
upper class ones that all the snooty people just to be snooty.
Through my life my parties got better and better. I made party fever
a real condition, and I became the ultimate contagion. But one day,
at one of the most wild of parties I had ever thrown I thought to
myself “I can never do anything funner than this.”
I fell into a
depression as I couldn't come up with to make a more fun, wild party.
I worked at it for weeks. My friends grew worried as I spent a whole
month without throwing a party. As I worked to brainstorm a
masterpiece. What could I do to make the ultimate party? I asked
myself, “Marilyn, what defines fun?”
After days of
sleep deprivation worrying about my parties I realized...a barrel
full of monkeys. Everyone says “more fun than a barrel full of
monkeys”. Monkeys are the standard for party fun! So that is what I
will have!
So at my
ultimate party I brought my idea to life. A party all my friends came
to since they were eager to see what I chose to do after waiting so
long to throw another party. I didn't bring just one barrel full of
monkeys. Ten barrels full of monkeys! And I opened them with all of
my curious friends gathered around.
Apparently
everything is more fun than a barrel full of monkeys. Everyone told
me afterward that they hated my party idea and anything would have
been better. I should have figured from the panicked screams as the
angered monkeys leaped out from the barrels and ran around the
building, half of them attacking guests and the others wreaking havoc
all around. Nobody wants to come to my parties anymore...
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