Our Monkey Part 1

This is an example Continue The Story written by me and some geeky friends. The story is contained in 10 parts, followed by the Epilogue and some notes, and will be posted daily. I won't be here during all of it, but Chelsie will be posting for me. I'll respond to any of your comments at my soonest convenience. Enjoy.

The Writing Cast:

Shig	Matt	Herb
Gort	Vamps	Mikie
Jekill		Heph

On a cold day in December, the sun came out. A small monkey, about the size of Matt's thumb, stuck its head out of its cave. At once, it said, "I am a monkey, about the size of Matt's thumb, sticking my head out of my cave," then it promptly fell down and lost it's tiny arm. Fortunately, it grew back within a matter of minutes. Ready to start on his search for food today, he grabbed his handy Turbo-Shig Jetpack (tm), and went as fast as a bullet to the nearest fast-food joint. Unfortunately, the health inspector had closed it down.

The monkey was sad but he realized that he could then eat the health inspection. He then went to the state archives in order to find the legendary deep-fried health report and formed a plan to get into the hospital. To enact this plan he needed a pair of bolt cutters, a glass cutter, a scalpel, and a paring knife. He set off to town to find these, but the town had just been invaded by yellow, with green spots, monsters, who were eating the citizens.

Our monkey was really frightened, but he wanted his fast food bad. He hid in a dustbin in order to try to find some sort of weapon. In this dustbin he found a thermonuclear missle head, just ready to use. There was also a shiny sharpened shish-ka-bob stick. He took them both, but there was still a problem: he still needed a pair of bolt cutters, a glass cutter, a scalpel, and a paring knife, so he had to find them before turning the town and the monsters to radioactive dust, so he had to hide and sneak between the trashcans in alleys.

To Be Continued...