disclaimer: I don't own curious George.
the true story of curious George
the man in black watched the family of monkeys through his binoculars. The adults would sell for a good price, though he wasn't so sure about the little scrawny one, perhaps he could train it and sell it to some circus later?
the next day, after stuffing the elder monkeys into his trunk, the man in black put on his yellow suite to pick up the now thoroughly lost baby monkey. the baby monkey was so gullible it was almost pathetic, it immediately trusted the man in the banana colored suite. so the man in black and the baby monkey drove back to the city where he assumed the identity of the man in the yellow hat.(because who would bother remembering his face if they could just identify him by his ridiculous yellow suite?)
now settled into an apartment with the baby monkey in tow (whom he had decided to call George)he found that it was much harder than he had first thought to train a monkey. George had a knack for getting into trouble, although he somehow manages to fix his mistakes every time. the man in the yellow hat hoped that he'd have a willing buyer before the monkey did something really stupid, like push a guy out a window or something.
one day, George followed the neighborhood kids to visit their poor sick granny. When George saw the colorful wires, he just couldn't resist swinging on them, and soon got tangled up and tore the wires form the various machines they were connected to. soon poor sick granny became poor dead granny, and her furious son (who just happened to be a police officer and had his gun with him) shot George on the spot.
when he heard the news, the man in the yellow hat just shrugged, he was planning to get rid of that monkey himself anyway. he packed away his yellow suite and hat, then donned his old (and much preferred) black outfit and drove out of the city.
and no one ever saw the man in the yellow hat again.