It's a jungle out there,
Disorder and confusion everywhere.
No one seems to care,
But I do
Hey!
Who's in charge here?
It's a jungle out there,
Poison in the very air we breathe,
Do you know what's in the water that you drink?
Well I do, and it's a-mazing.
People think I'm crazy,
'cause I worry all the time,
if you paid attention you'd be worried to,
better pay attention or this world we love so much
might
just
kill you.
I could be wrong now,
But I don't think so,
'cause it's a jungle out there.
It's a jungle out there.
For Adrian Monk, autumn is the worst time in the world. All those leaves falling in such unnatural patterns, and having to sweep them up is murder. Luckily, Sharona is a very patient woman. The process is simple. Monk watches, Sharona rakes.
"You missed one." Monk pointed at a leaf. "By the way, who's your new boy friend?"
"None of your business. Every time I get a boyfriend, you Monkify him, and I'm without a boy friend again. And I really like this one Adrian."
"He's probably a murder then. Or married. There's another one."
"Adrian, what happened to the rake I got you so we could both do this?"
"I used it. Only it got…nature…all over it, and I had to throw it out. We have to get rid of this one when you finish."
Sharona glared at him. There might have been a murder-by-rake if her cell phone had not gone off at that moment, as it always does.
"Adrian-The-42-year-old-who's-afraid-of-leaves Monk's Office. Yeah. Okay. Huh? Captain, a man is alive or dead, there's no degree of death!"
Monk watched, questioningly as Sharona hung up.
"It's a job. A man's turned up 'Very Dead.'"
"Very Dead? Sharona, a man is either alive or dead, there's no degree of death!" Monk said, feeling a strange case of de ja vu.
"Name: Romulus Samander, He's from some big family in Romania, aparently he's here on vacation." Captain Leland Stottlemeyer said, with an air of anoyance at being stumped before having even told the victim's family.
"How did he die?" Monk asked, to which Stottlemeyer replied,
"He was Shot, Stabbed, Hung, Clubed, Poisoned, Burned, and Dropped from a high place. Monk, ... We're lost, and i would realy apriciate some pointers here. First -"
"AH! OH my god, What is that!" Monk shouted, indicating the carcas of the sheep on the roof.
"That was Samander's dinner. We found saliva on it with a DNA match to Samander's. We think he might have been eating it on the roofwhen the killer snuck up behind him and killed him with the club."
"No," Monk said. "What happed was
A/N: Oooh! a cliffhanger! review if you want more!