Specter was walking down the hall, coming back from checking on the rocket that his monkey minions were working on.
"Complete imbeciles." Hissed Specter quietly, rubbing the large bruise on his head. He had simply been surveying under the catwalk, when one of his monkeys dropped his wrench, on top of Specters head. The next thing Specter knew he was lying on the ground with one very frightened monkey staring down at him.
He had been relieved that at least that new monkey was quiet, and cooperative. She could leave soon, her ankle was almost fully healed, but it still was somewhat red, and the gash hadn't quite closed.
Just then Specter heard a soft, floating tune coming down the hall.
"What now? Did Yellow get high again and leave his radio on? No... it's coming from my office?"
Indeed, the music was coming from the door that lead to his office. Softly, he tiptoed down the hall, hoping to see who was playing the music, even though he was pretty sure he knew. He opened the door slightly, seeing his hunch was correct. There was that monkey, playing something almost like The First Nowell. But why? She usually was quiet and reserved, afraid that if she said or did anything, she would be considered a nuisance, even though the song was soft, barely audible. He guessed that this was just her nature, and at times he was thankful for it. Especially when he had the days that could make anyone run to his or her bed and scream and cry their hearts out, then imagine their enemy on the pillow and rip it to shreds.
The monkey (There I go again with monkey) seemed to have noticed Specter in the doorway, and put her fife down, mortified, cheeks turning a bright pink. An idea suddenly ran through Specter's mind, as almost always did. He had just come back from the battle with Jimmy where his last major minion, Yellow, had been captured. He was still in shock from the fact that Yellow could shrink down and fit in the net like that.
But wasn't it also true that this newcomer needed a new place to live? Specter put two and two together. He came fully inside the room, and began to ask Pinta a question.
Pinta couldn't believe that she had accepted, it wasn't in her nature at all. She looked down at her new flute; it was a contraption of Specter's. The metal compartment gave an almighty jolt, as the shuttle picked up speed. The sound of Specter's voice yelling at the pilot rang through the room. In the room with her were about 30 other monkeys, all staring in the direction of the cockpit. The swaying red light above them cast eerie shadows across their faces. The ship stopped vibrating and jerking, which meant Specter had regained the wheel for the third time. He had been driving almost forty-eight hours straight, while the actual pilot was just giving coordinates.
A few hours later the ship stopped. All Specter had told her about this place was that it was the "Moon Base". Of coarse, she thought that was just a code name. When the doors of the rocket opened, she realized she was very wrong. The building they were in was made of some sort of strong plastic. Outside, she saw the spinning image of the world amongst the far away stars. Specter got out of the cockpit, flustered, and holding a frightened monkey by the scruff of the neck.
"That's it, from now on I'm driving!" Shouted Specter, dropping the monkey to the floor with a thud. He scurried away, tripping over himself in haste. Specter put his face in his hand, sighing. He turned towards the group, and signaled for them to follow him. Pinta stayed near the back, not wanting to attract the other monkeys' attention. She had been a shadow on the ship, and that's how she wanted it to stay. One by one, the monkeys took their positions, the positions that they were to stay at until Jimmy came. Finally, it was just her and a few other monkeys left. Specter ordered them to patrol around the area. He turned to her, and kept walking.
"You have a very important role that I will now explain. You see, I have developed a method of dominating the world, but there is someone who is opposing me. He is a stupid little eight year old with an idiotic little pet monkey. Now, he didn't seem a threat at first, but now, I see that he is using the items that the Professor has given him to an advantage. That is where you come in. You see, I can't afford to let him get into the base of my operations, understandably. So, you know that little instrument I gave you. Well, I need you to patrol the area, and if anything happens, I want you to blow a message in that little flute. It is designed to instantly come up on my computer. That was what those sheets of music I gave you were for. Most importantly, if Jimmy gets to close to this door, I need you to stop him. Now, I've equipped that fife with a device that amplifies any wrong note, making it absolutely unbearable to the human ear."
Pinta hadn't really heard all that he had said, just enough to understand that she was sort of a messenger, and if worse came to worse, she would have to fight this human. She looked around. Most of the wall she was facing was a kind of door, and all around her were booby traps.
"Well, I'll leave you here for now. And for the sake of God almighty don't be a repeat of the others."
He opened the door, and walked through. When the steel closed behind him, Pinta thought to herself.
"What does he mean by being a repeat?"
She was lost in thought when she heard a monkey's helmet go off not far away.
Haha... sorry it's so slow but I'm picking up the pace. And don't feel sorry for specter in that monkey wrench incident, the monkey that did isn't gonna be around for a while. A loooooong while...