Andy Breckman's the genius, not me.

Written for 15minuteficlet LJ community's challenge #98, the word "juvenile."

Wipe!
by Zzilly14

"Wipe, Natalie! WIPE!"

Monk's assistant rolled her eyes before pulling out his desired germ-killing product.

"Ah," he sighed happily while cleansing his hands. "Much better."

"Mr. Monk, it's just a little bit of dust."

"A little? Did you see my hands before?" he asked.

"You know what, Mr. Monk? You are more of a juvenile than my daughter," Natalie stated. "She doesn't mind getting her hands dirty, and you shouldn't either."

"Well, when she gets sick, we'll know why," Monk replied, handing the used wipe to Natalie.

"How about when you get sick? What explains that?"

"I never get sick."