A/N: And the Monkeys are back! Sorry I've been taking such long intervals between chapters! Remember the website, !! I don't own Mr. Rogers, The Ring, The Giver, The Wiggles, X-Men, Harry Potter, or any video game characters mentioned in this story. I do along with my best friend, however, own Monkey Chill and all its contents. That includes Monkey of Chill and Chilly. I also partly own Vato el Gato. It's the name of my band and a song we sing. What are you reading the boring disclaimer for? The story is oh so much more interesting! Enjoy, now!

Chapter 3 begins with Peach and Baboon making out some more. How deelish. Oh, God, I hate that word. Deelish. Well, that's what Baboon and Peach thought eachother tasted like.

"Oh, Jonas, you kiss so swell!" Peach moaned, as Baboon planted a nice plump hickey on Peach's neck. Another word I hate. Swell. And hickey. Sounds too much like hockey, which is a sport that doesn't deserve to be one letter away from the word "hickey".

Moving on, five monkeys wandered into the room. "Baboon, Peach, quit. . . um. . . doing that. . . for a second. We have some special guests with us! One of them is very special, and makes me feel special, too!" Chilly expressed, smiling uncontrollably. "Welcome, Mr. Rogers!"

Mr. Rogers walks in, also smiling uncontrollably. "What a wondeful day it is, on this beautiful afternoon!" he said, twirling in circles with his arms in the air.

"Isn't it beautiful? Isn't it beautiful!" little high-pitched voices chimed in the background.

Mr. Rogers cleared his throat. "It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine?" he sang, gleefully.

Baboon was terrified. "He sounds like a conversation heart," he whispered to Peach.

Peach giggled, and once she started, she couldn't stop. "Tee hee hee! HA HA HA HA HA!!!"

Mr. Rogers grinned evilly. "BWAHAHA! You fell right into my trap! You WANT to stop laughing, therefore you cannot, under MY POWER! ALL MINE! I WILL RULE YOU ALL!" Mr. Rogers bellowed, pumping his fist into the air.

Baboon backed away. "No. . . NO! I WON'T LET YOU!" he yelled, standing up for the land of Monkey Chill for the first time ever.

Mr. Rogers slowly turned toward Baboon. "AHHHHH!!!!!!" Baboon screamed. Mr. Rogers had just turned into Samara, the creepy girl with the long, dark hair from The Ring.

"Tree tree tree, tree tree tree. . ." she started to sing, gently and quietly. She got down on her knees and began to crawl toward him. "We love you, yes we do. Yes we do, we love you. . ."

By this point, Baboon was screaming higher than a three-year old girl.

Samara had stopped singing. Then, she said, "Won't you be my NEIGHBOR?!" As she screamed the word "neighbor", she grabbed Baboon's leg and started chewing on it, viciously.

Baboon awoke, startled. The dream was so. . . real. So real, he could still feel Samara chewing on his leg. As he looked down, he screeched to see Chilly chowing down on his leg for breakfast. "Time to wake up, Baboon!" he screamed, as he came up for a breath of air.

Baboon moaned. "Great. . ." he muttered, as he pushed Chilly and his bed sheets off him.

"Baboon, we have a few guests coming to town, today! I want you to behave mighty well," Chilly told him.

"AHHHHHHH!" Baboon yelped, as he ran out of the room only in his boxers. "NO MORE MR. ROGERS! NO MORE SAMARA!"

Mystique ((from X-Men, to all of those who aren't X-Fans)) came wandering out of a bedroom. "My dear boy, put some clothing on, would you, darling? You say you want MORE Mr. Rogers and MORE Samara?" Mystique asked slyly, as she transformed into Mr. Rogers. "Well, what a beautiful day! Tree, tree, tree. . ." Mystique transformed into Samara. "We love you, yes we do. . ."

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Baboon screamed even higher than in his dream, and ran, ran, ran!

He ended up running right into Chilly. "Baboon, Baboon! Calm down, Baboon! Don't worry, Mystique will be leaving quite soon. . . Our real guests today are the Wiggles!" Chilly exclaimed, too excited for words. "Harry Potter will also be coming! Aren't you so excited?!" Chilly asked, giving him a whack on the back. Hey, that was a rhyme shmyme!

Before he could answer, four men that looked somewhere in their twenties or thirties burst through the wall. Yes, the wall. Baboon looked up, not wanting to know what he was about to see. One had a red shirt, one had a yellow shirt, one had a purple shirt, and one had a blue shirt. The one with the purple shirt began to snore. No, he did not fall down, he remained standing. And yes, he was sleeping.

"Jeff, wake up!" the one in the yellow shirt scolded, shaking the man in the purple shirt. Then, he turned back to Baboon and Chilly. "Hi! We're the Wiggles! I'm Greg!"

"I'm Murray!" the one in the red shirt exclaimed.

"I'm Anthony!" the one in the blue shirt said, waving.

A snort and more snoring came from the one in the purple shirt. "Jeff, you'd better wake up, or I'll have to use my magic on you!" Greg warned.

Jeff's eyes miraculously popped open. "Hi! I'm Jeff!" He then closed his eyes and started snoring again.

"JEFF! WAKE UP!" The other three Wiggles yelled in unison.

Jeff shook himself awake. "Sorry. I guess I didn't get enough sleep last night," he explained.

Baboon was mighty confused! "W-Why are you guys talking strangely?" he asked.

"We're AUSSIES! We have mighty special accents!" they screamed. "Now, we're going to sing a song for you!" they all told Baboon and Chilly.

"Oh, no. . ." Baboon groaned. "Here we go. . ."

Chilly slapped Baboon. "Don't you be rude to our guests! Now watch them perform! They happen to be very good!" he whispered hoarsely to Baboon. He cleared his throat. "Go on, now!" he encouraged the Wiggles.

"Can you point your finger and do the twist? Can you point your finger and do the twist? And you go up, you go down, get back up and spin around! Can you point your finger and do the twist?!" Greg sang, as the Wiggles danced.

By this time, Baboon was pointing his finger and doing the twist. Chilly smirked. He knew he'd get into it, even if he was too old for kids shows. He knew that deep down inside, Baboon was still a four year old playing hopscotch and eating monkey poo, not really knowing what it was. Chilly had told him it was chocolate cake. Baboon had never figured out what he had really eaten. Tee hee!

As the Wiggles were finishing their splendid song, Harry potter flew through the wall on his broomstick, and landed safely next to the Wiggles. "Well, if it isn't my old friend, Greg!" Harry said in surprise, as he and Greg gave eachother a friendly hug.

"How ya doin', ol' Harry?" Murray asked, delighted to see his idol.

"Swell!" Harry replied. He turned to Chilly and Baboon. "Hello, Chilly! Who is this?" Harry asked Chilly.

Chilly put his arm around Baboon. "This is Baboon-"

"Jonas-Bonus!" Jonas interrupted rudely.

Chilly glared at Jonas, giving him a signal to shut up. "This is Baboon," he said, firmly.

"It's a pleasure. Have you read any of my books? About ME? HARRY POTTER? How I saved the Sorcerer's Stone? How I fought off Voldemort? How I saved Ginny from Tom Riddle? How it's all about ME?!" Harry asked, turning from quiet to raging.

Baboon was astonished. "No, I haven't read about how great you are, but I'm sure you aren't as great as me!" Baboon fought back.

"Oh, is that so?" Harry shot back. "You wanna go? You wanna fight me? I'm great, you know. You can never beat me! I'M A RAGING BOY OF PMS! YOU WILL NEVER BEAT ME! MWAHAHAHA!!" Harry howled, now in a fit of merciless laughter.

"Fine! You against me! And I will win!" Baboon snapped, getting ready to fight.

'Well, this will be interesting,' Chilly thought to himself, getting out of the way of Baboon and Harry.

"Gooo Baboon!" Sixteen cheerleaders were standing in front of the Wiggles. There were three girls and one boy wearing yellow shirts, and the same with red, purple, and blue shirts. Harry Potter was having too much guy PMS, so the cheerleaders and the Wiggles (who were also holding pompoms) were cheering for Baboon.

Baboon punched and kicked weakly at Harry Potter. "Oof! Engh!"

Harry Potter smirked at Baboon's pitiful attempt. "So your name is Baboon, huh? Let's make that your species, too!" Harry shook his wand and muttered a few magical words, but Baboon didn't turn into a Baboon. "What? Why isn't this stupid thing working?!" Harry yelled, as he broke his wand in half.

A door smiled. Yes, the DOOR. "You have to say the magic word!" she squeaked.

Greg gasped, loudly. "That's right! You're supposed to say "Abara Kadabara!" he informed Harry.

The door shook her head. Or her face, for that matter, since she didn't have a head! "Nuh-uh! The magic word is please, you silly goose!" the door reminded Greg.

"Oh, yes! I forgot, my apologies!" Greg told the door.

"You're forgiven, Gregory!" the door said, kindly.

"NOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed. He couldn't turn Baboon into a baboon anymore, as his wand was snapped in half by his foolish self. Therefore, Harry swirled in slow-mo, getting sucked down a toilet that was sitting randomly in the middle of nowhere.

"Yay!" the company cheered. "We finally defeated Harry Potter!"

The Wiggles had fun today, so they decided to stay for a few more days. So maybe, just maybe, they'll be in the next chapter of Baboon and the Land of the Monkeys. . .

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