It's A Wonderful Spector
Chapter 2
Dear Diary,
Okay, maybe suggesting surrender was a bit too far. You see, I contacted Pink monkey about it, and do you know what she said? She said "But if you surrender, Spector, then I won't be able to finish my lovely music video!" "But what has that got to do with anything? You can make your music video some other time, it's not important." I said. Well, now I'm here, writing in my diary, with a bruised and broken body. Never, NEVER tell Pink monkey that her music isn't important. You'll regret it later. Oh! And yes, the "Aqua Banana" is a flop. I'm stopping the project tomorrow. Oh dear, not again! MAID?!?! YOU GAVE ME BANANA CANDIES AGAIN!!!!
Dear Diary,
I can't believe it, I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!! Is it even possible? Has our luck turned around??? WE CAPTURED PIPOTCHI!!! Pipotchi, the monkey traitor! We caught him! Jimmy will be furious. heheheheheh. Well, other than that, life has been a living heck for me. All the lovely guns I had given to my monkeys were destroyed. So I decided that I would give them some really cool bazookas! Haha! It can't go wrong!
Dear Diary,
IDIOT MONKEYS! I specifically told them to hold the bazookas this way! And what happened? THE IDIOTS POINTED THEM IN THE WRONG DIRECTON AND PRACTICLY KILLED THEMSELVES! I'm going to bed. I tripped earlier and fell on top of Pink Monkey. She practically ripped me limb from limb.
Dear Diary,
My gosh! I'm still smoking! I'll tell you the whole story.
Well, today I decided to go out and help those poor monkeys who can't work the bazookas correctly. But when I got there, one small monkey ran up to me and said excitedly, "Oh! Mr. Spector, we have finally figured those bazooka cannons out!" "Good, why don't you show me?" I said. The little monkey nodded and set up his bazooka. "Ready?" he called. "Ready." I said. The next thing I knew, I was being blasted half way across the training field. And I'm still smoking because of it! THOSE IDIOTS! I am disengaging all of the bazookas TONIGHT!
Dear Diary,
Smoking again. I tried to disengage the bazookas earlier this morning, but when I did, wouldn't you know it, I accidentally set one off. Now half of my beautiful mansion is GONE! Not to mention half of my face. It's raining, I'm smoking, and I have gas from yet another false strawberry candy. Oh well, I'm exhausted, Jimmy has just defeated Pink Monkey, (How did he do it???) and I'm going to bed.
Chapter 2
Dear Diary,
Okay, maybe suggesting surrender was a bit too far. You see, I contacted Pink monkey about it, and do you know what she said? She said "But if you surrender, Spector, then I won't be able to finish my lovely music video!" "But what has that got to do with anything? You can make your music video some other time, it's not important." I said. Well, now I'm here, writing in my diary, with a bruised and broken body. Never, NEVER tell Pink monkey that her music isn't important. You'll regret it later. Oh! And yes, the "Aqua Banana" is a flop. I'm stopping the project tomorrow. Oh dear, not again! MAID?!?! YOU GAVE ME BANANA CANDIES AGAIN!!!!
Dear Diary,
I can't believe it, I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!! Is it even possible? Has our luck turned around??? WE CAPTURED PIPOTCHI!!! Pipotchi, the monkey traitor! We caught him! Jimmy will be furious. heheheheheh. Well, other than that, life has been a living heck for me. All the lovely guns I had given to my monkeys were destroyed. So I decided that I would give them some really cool bazookas! Haha! It can't go wrong!
Dear Diary,
IDIOT MONKEYS! I specifically told them to hold the bazookas this way! And what happened? THE IDIOTS POINTED THEM IN THE WRONG DIRECTON AND PRACTICLY KILLED THEMSELVES! I'm going to bed. I tripped earlier and fell on top of Pink Monkey. She practically ripped me limb from limb.
Dear Diary,
My gosh! I'm still smoking! I'll tell you the whole story.
Well, today I decided to go out and help those poor monkeys who can't work the bazookas correctly. But when I got there, one small monkey ran up to me and said excitedly, "Oh! Mr. Spector, we have finally figured those bazooka cannons out!" "Good, why don't you show me?" I said. The little monkey nodded and set up his bazooka. "Ready?" he called. "Ready." I said. The next thing I knew, I was being blasted half way across the training field. And I'm still smoking because of it! THOSE IDIOTS! I am disengaging all of the bazookas TONIGHT!
Dear Diary,
Smoking again. I tried to disengage the bazookas earlier this morning, but when I did, wouldn't you know it, I accidentally set one off. Now half of my beautiful mansion is GONE! Not to mention half of my face. It's raining, I'm smoking, and I have gas from yet another false strawberry candy. Oh well, I'm exhausted, Jimmy has just defeated Pink Monkey, (How did he do it???) and I'm going to bed.