Here's the next episode, known as 'Monkeyman'! Man, I just watched this episode again, and remembering how a lot of super hero shows went darker as our years went on, even if this episode is more of the mythos of Monkeyman as a guy running around in a cape and suit... what I'm doing in this episode, well, while basically the same... you'll find out, you'll find out! Anyway, enjoy!
After I spent another good day with Arnold, I sighed as me and him got off the bus.
"So, why are we walking along this side of town?" I asked as we started walking.
"Sorry, Rhonda, but it's getting late, and the buses are usually closing up, so it's the best we can stop at. Fortunately, we're a few blocks away, so..." Arnold smiled.
"But Arnold, aren't these streets usually filled with people that like to mug others?" I asked. "I mean, didn't you hear the news on the radio?"
"Aw, come on, Rhonda, what could happen?" Arnold asked as we kept walking.
"You say that now, but wait until we get..." I started before I felt a hand on me as I squeaked out, "...caught."
Arnold got caught by another hand as two kids smirked evilly as the first kid asked, "Well, well, well, what have we got here, Grizzly?"
"Hmmm, I don't know, Pooh Bear... eh, what do you think, Bottles?" The second kid asked as he turned to a third kid, who just merely spoke in grunts and laughs. "Yeah, just what I was thinking, a couple of little kids lost!"
"Technically, we're not lost, we live just a few blocks down." I said.
"Shut it, kid! Give me your all your money!" "Pooh Bear" glared.
"Sorry, wiped clean." I shrugged.
"Shut it, you little smartass!" Grizzly growled. "We've been sent here to look for something, and we know you have it!"
"Sorry, don't know what you're talking about." I shrugged.
"Let us go!" Arnold said as he shrugged.
"Hand it over, or we'll get rough!" Grizzly laughed.
"HELP!" Arnold screamed as I looked at the three kids, a little nervously. I then did the most pathetic growl in the world.
"Oh, that was it?" Grizzly laughed as Pooh Bear chuckled.
"Do it again. Come on." Pooh Bear chuckled.
I frowned as I did my growl again... only for it to come out as a roar out of my mouth.
Grizzly, Pooh Bear and Bottles just stood in shock when all of a sudden, we all heard a crazy, scratchy shout of "I AM MONKEYMAN!", that voice sounded like Christian Bale if he deepened his own voice.
"Oh no, not this guy again! Let's get out of here!" Grizzly said as he, Pooh Bear and Bottles quickly ran off, just as we saw some shadowy figure riding a kart, chasing after the three kids.
Arnold and I just stared at the spectacle as I paused... then I sighed. "What just happened?"
"We just got saved by Monkeyman!" Arnold smiled.
"Monkeyman? He's real? I just thought it was some random guy yelling those words on the street!" I said in surprise as I then noticed a calling card with a banana. "Looks like he left a calling card, though..."
"I do not remember him leaving calling cards in my timeline." Helga said in my mind. "Nor do I remember him sounding even REMOTELY close to that dumb voice."
"Similar run-in, I take it?" I asked.
"Eh, I didn't see him PERSONALLY, but Arnold and the others did. I didn't believe in the whole Monkeyman thing myself, but I just took their words for it." Helga explained.
"Ah..." I nodded as me and Arnold started walking back.
"Still, I can't believe we saw Monkeyman!" Arnold smiled. "I can't wait to talk about it with our friends!"
"You actually saw him?" Phoebe squealed in delight as all the students from PS 118 gathered around me and Arnold at the jungle gym as we explained the story. "Tell me, tell me, what does he look like, how does he live, how does he maintain that sexy voice?"
"We didn't see him that much, he was in the dark, but we heard his voice." I explained. "He rode past us and left behind this..."
I pulled the banana card from my pocket and showed it to the others who really looked in interest.
"HA!" Phoebe smiled as she turned to Gerald. "And that proves, once again, some of your stories have plot holes, Gerald! If he's evil and crazy, why would he save our friends? Answer me that! Boom! You are in my house now, son!"
Gerald just rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay, so I do admit the whole Monkeyman story legend I tell has some... holes. But that doesn't change the fact that he exists!"
"I didn't even know you cared for that story." Nadine asked. "Normally, you shoot all of Gerald's stories down."
"Yeah, because I don't know what reliable source he got them from." Phoebe said. "I mean, I don't know where he got the Monkeyman source from, but who the heck cares, he sounds really dreamy!"
Phoebe sighed as she laid herself down and started to giggle and blush like a schoolgirl.
We all just shook our heads as Lila said, "So, now that you've seen Monkeyman, what are you going to do?"
"Are you kidding?" Arnold asked. "Obviously, I want to find him so that I can thank him for saving me."
"How? He's a superhero!" Gerald asked.
"He's a normal guy who runs around in some weird costume yelling his so called hero name, and yes, I know he saved us!" I explained.
"Don't you think that's just weird?" Tucker asked.
"Oh gee, I don't know. I suppose me, Nadine and Phoebe going into a weird portal to find you was normal?" I asked.
Tucker opened his mouth... and then closed it.
"While we're at it, how about finding out a kid was the one controlling an entire company, and they breed dinosaurs? I suppose that's normal, then?" Arnold asked.
"Okay, okay, I get your point." Tucker looked down in shame.
"Anyway, I want to find him again!" Arnold asked.
"Good luck with that." Nadine laughed.
"Well, I suppose you can try catching him on Tuesday when the banana boat comes by. I heard Mr. Green say something about him once, but he only comes at night." Harold said.
I looked at Harold as I shook my head. "Uh, forget it, we are not spending all night at the docks, just waiting for a hero. I have a simpler way!"
"How's that?" Arnold asked.
"...I had to ask." Arnold said in unamusement as he was just finishing up tying up Phoebe, Gerald, Nadine, Tucker, Lila and Lorenzo, all of them near a fire escape ladder, near later as it was getting sun down.
"What was your plan, again?" Gerald asked, concerned.
"I figure that Monkeyman must only come by if we call for help, so... if he thinks we're tormenting you, he'll come right over and..." I said as I whistled, pointing down. "We got him!"
"But why do you-" Lila asked as Curly came back with some logs.
"Where did you want these logs?" Curly asked.
"Just put them near the victims' feet." I said as Curly gathered all the logs around the tied up people in the fire escape ladder.
"Uh... what are you doing?" Phoebe asked, nervously.
"Thanks, Curly." I said as I paid him two bucks.
"Hey, those two bucks will go right to my college fund, so thank YOU!" Curly smiled as he left.
"Rhonda, Phoebe just asked you a question." Arnold said, concerned.
"Just a second." I said as Sid, Stinky and Harold came back with a lot of leaves. "Just lay them on the side here."
The three just nodded as they threw the leaves over, as Tucker, Lorenzo and Gerald looked up nervously. I turned to Sid, Stinky and Harold and gave them money as they left.
"Seriously, senorita, what is going-?" Lorenzo started.
I pulled out a lighter as Arnold's eyes widen, as did Nadine, Phoebe, Lila, Gerald, Tucker and Lorenzo's.
"You wouldn't." Phoebe said.
I lit the lighter.
"You really wouldn't." Nadine chuckled nervously.
I was about to get the lighter aimed towards the logs.
"AH! HELP! THIS GIRL IS CRAZY!" Lorenzo screamed as Arnold was about to stop me.
"MONKEYMA- OOF!"
I smiled as I turned off the lighter as soon as I heard the thud sound of Monkeyman falling through the pit trap. "And that's it."
Arnold and the others just looked at me as if I was crazy, then looked over to the pit trap that thanks to Sid, Stinky and Harold digging them up and collecting leaves to cover the hole.
Arnold just looked at me and sighed. "Okay, I'll say it. What the heck, Rhonda?"
"Sorry, but I kinda wanted to make the situation real here. If Monkeyman can respond to a call for help late at night, he'd have to come..." I said.
"Yeah, uh-huh." Phoebe said as Arnold untied the others. "And how do you know he would come here?"
"I guessed." I shrugged.
Nadine, Phoebe and Lila just stared at me in shock as Lila said, "I'm getting a little uncomfortable with you as our friend..."
"Yeah, why do you hang out with her?" Lorenzo asked.
"Because she's a really sweet girl." Nadine shrugged.
"Next time, Rhonda, don't go through all this, just yell for help." Arnold said as I went to check the trap and sure enough, I saw the man in the pit, dressed in a costume.
"Sorry about that. But we didn't know how to get you in any other way." I called.
"So wait, 'I'm Monkeyman'! This was all just a trick? I'm Monkeyman?" The man, known as Monkeyman, frowned.
"Yeah, sorry." I said as Arnold looked down at the hole.
"Need any help getting out?" Arnold asked.
"It's fine, citizen, I'm Monkeyman!" Monkeyman frowned, seriously.
"Why do you keep saying 'I'm Monkeyman'?" I asked as Monkeyman pulled out a gun of some sort.
"It's a verbal tic I have, I'm Monkeyman!" Monkeyman said as he shot the gun to reveal a banana ring as it clung on to the hole and he used it to climb out.
Phoebe squealed as she was about to faint. "Hold me, guys."
Gerald rolled his eyes as he held a fainting Phoebe.
"Anyway, we're sorry again for trapping you, but my friend and I wanted to thank you for saving us last night." Arnold said.
"That? Think nothing of it, citizen! It's part of my job, I'm Monkeyman!" Monkeyman said.
"Say, doesn't that hurt when you speak in a gravelly voice like that?" Tucker asked.
"A little bit... but my real identity is so mysterious, nobody knows what it is! So I use the voice to disguise my true identity." Monkeyman said. "Well, if there's no need for help, then I guess I should be on my way..."
"No, wait!" Arnold said before Monkeyman was about to use his... I'm calling it a Bananarang Gun to climb a building. "I was wondering if... you'd like to come over to my place for dinner."
"Dinner? I don't know, citizens..." Monkeyman started.
"Oh, you can call me Arnold. This is Rhonda, and these are our other friends, fainted girl is Phoebe, the ones in green are Nadine and Lila, Lila you can tell from her red hair, Gerald with his red shirt, Tucker with his sports attire, and Lorenzo is a fancy sort of guy." Arnold said, pointing them out.
"Of course... but anyway, Arnold, I'm Monkeyman, I can't just go out to any old fancy dinner. I'm a man who fights crime!" Monkeyman said.
"Yes, listen to the man in pajamas, Arnold. He's Monkeyman! He's obviously too busy helping others!" Gerald said.
"Besides, I already have my hands full on one case. I'm trying to find my arch-nemesis, the Polk A. Mewsic-ian! He's been leaving tracks and clues behind lately that I'm coming close to solving it, I'm Monkeyman!" Monkeyman explained.
"What are the clues?" Nadine raised an eyebrow as Phoebe got up.
"Well... I can't say much, but thus far, he left behind a rubber chicken, a rubiks cube... that's so mixed up it's not funny... and a hair ribbon that seems familiar." Monkeyman said as he pulled out the clues as we examined them.
"Hmmm... Olga has a similar hair ribbon like that." I said, examining the ribbon.
All of a sudden, Monkeyman's eyes widened as he said in a not gravelly voice, "Olga Pataki still liv-" Monkeyman coughed as he went back into his gravelly voice. "Hmm... interesting. You say this 'Olga Pataki' has a hair ribbon like this?"
"Hm-mm..." I nodded. "She currently lives at the boarding house, where me and Arnold also live."
"Really..." Monkeyman paused. "I'm Monkeyman! You know, Arnold, on second thought, maybe just one dinner... then I'll go back to fighting crime."
"You will? Great!" Arnold smiled.
"Wait... he really accepted... what?" Gerald said in confusion.
"This we got to see..." Lila said as the girls and boys nodded.
"We better give a call to our parents first." Lorenzo said as he pulled out his phone and started dialing his mother's number.
Pretty soon, me, Arnold, our group and Monkeyman arrived at the door as I rang the bell. As expected, Arnold's grandfather answered the door as he smiled. "Oh, Shortman! I didn't know your little buddies wanted to come over to dinner! Oh, and who's this with you?"
"Greetings, citizen! I'm Monkeyman, protector of innocents around Hillwood." Monkeyman said in his gravelly voice as we walked in.
At that moment, Olga came in as she smiled to me, "Hi Rhonda, how..." It was then Olga looked up, and immediately, her attitude changed as her eyes widened in shock, then frowned as she lowered her eyelids. "Oh. Hi, Kevin."
"Kevin?" Phoebe paused as she looked at Monkeyman.
"Olga... it has been a while, hasn't it?" Monkeyman said, looking at Olga.
"Yeah, it has." Olga sighed as she was averting her eyes.
"Kevin?" Phoebe said in shock.
"So, you and Monkeyman know each other, then." I said, looking to the two of them.
"Acquaintences." Monkeyman said in the gravelly voice.
"We were in the same grade, if that's what you're asking." Olga said. "And for heaven's sakes, he's still using that superhero nickname he had when we were kids? Seriously, Kevin, let it go! You're too old for that!"
"Nonsense, Olga, nobody's too ol-" Monkeyman started.
"Kevin?" Phoebe was still uttering the name in shock.
"And drop that dark and gritty routine! I know the real you!" Olga rolled her eyes.
Monkeyman sighed as he dropped his voice, sounding more like a normal man. "Sorry, Olga. But anyway, nobody's too old to save people!"
"Yes, exactly! You don't dress up in costumes and run around the city! Seriously, I don't know how people have not called an asylum on you!" Olga sighed. "I mean, it was fun to pretend back when we were kids, but we're adults! For heaven's sakes, we are adults! I'm sorry, Kevin, but I told you to talk to me once you grew out of the phase... I see you haven't..."
"But Olga, I came here because of a very important reason..." Monkeyman said in worry.
"KEVIN?" Phoebe was still in shock.
"Oh, what?" Olga sighed. "I'm going to slip on a banana peel? There's a steep hill, and I should go first? That's all you ever do, Kevin! God!"
"Just hear me out, please!" Monkeyman said as he pulled out a hair ribbon. "I have reason to believe that somebody may be after you, and I don't want you to get hurt."
"Oh, and who would harm me? Your so-called villains that we made up based on the bullies that threatened us? Let it go, seriously!" Olga sighed as she growled and ran upstairs.
Monkeyman opened his mouth... then sighed. I looked over to Monkeyman and said, "I'll talk to her."
"KEVIN?" Phoebe said as I ran upstairs.
"I know, I know." Monkeyman sighed.
I ran up to Olga and my room as I knocked on the door.
"Olga? It's Rhonda. Can I come in?" I asked.
I didn't hear an answer as I heard a sigh.
I paused as I opened the door to see Olga looking through a book. I sat down next to her in curiosity as I looked over her shoulder. She knew I was there, but she didn't care. She sighed as she was pondering her photo.
"Is that... you and Sharlene?" I asked as I pointed to a picture of them, with Sharlene's arms around Olga and holding up a peace sign.
"Yeah..." Olga smiled as she then pointed down to a picture of the two as teens, along with Monkeyman as a teen, only dressed in banana glasses and an M on his shirt, with Olga wearing nice apple shades and Sharlene with cool shades. "I remember a time when me and Kevin were only young... Kevin was a really nice guy, really. He always stood up for me against a bully that always tormented about how nerdy I was."
"Nerdy? Olga Pataki? Please!" I laughed.
"I know, I know... it was weird... Alfred was always so mean, but I think he harbored a crush deep inside... Kevin did too, but not as much... oh, here's Alfred's picture!" Olga smiled as she pointed to a picture of a kid with brown wavy hair and a tough guy look.
"Wow, Monkeyman really defended you against bullies, huh?" I asked.
"That's what he liked to do, always had." Olga sighed. "But then it started becoming too much, and I hated that he wasn't growing up like me and Sharlene were... so I broke off the friendship."
"Was he upset?" I asked.
"I really don't know. I really thought he would change, but it's always that verbal tic of 'Monkeyman' that set me off." Olga sighed. "That, and I got tired of being protected all the time... I don't know, maybe I was upset with my dad for always protecting me against boys, and... I wanted to break off my friendship with Kevin before Dad got any ideas."
"Oh wow... but you're out of the house now, so... you're open for dating, right?" I asked.
"Maybe... but Kevin's just so... too hung in his imagination that I don't think he has a chance with me." Olga said.
"But Monkeyman seems to really miss you." I said as Olga looked up. "Can't you at least give him a chance? Maybe he'll change."
Olga paused. "I... I guess I can talk to him..."
I nodded as Olga put her high school yearbook away. "Come on, why don't we talk with Kevin?"
As me and Olga came downstairs, we saw an amazing sight as we saw Monkeyman talking with the others, carrying a civilized conversation.
"So yeah, in the end, my uncle had been working on a new album... but I don't know, I think he's just making the best of his time..." Monkeyman explained as everyone looked interested.
"Hey, Kev." Olga said as Kevin looked up.
"Oh... hi, Olga." Kevin sighed. "Listen, Olga, I know I haven't been... perfect. But I want to make it up to you. I want to be someone that suits you... if you can just give me a chance, I can prove I can be up to your standards."
Olga paused as she smiled. "Okay, I'll give you a chance."
"You will?" Monkeyman asked. "That's great. You won't be disappointed, Olga! How can I make it up to you?"
"Well..." Olga smiled as she pulled out a lot of tickets. "Sharlene was originally supposed to take her company over to an opera showing, but her employers had other things to do, including Sharlene herself. She mailed the tickets over, and... well, I was going to ask when you got here, but..." Olga turned. "How would you kids like to go to an opera tomorrow?"
"Oh sure!" Arnold smiled.
"That'll be fun!" I smiled.
"Hey, man, I'm sure my parents won't mind me staying out a little longer." Gerald smiled.
"As long as we have short homework assignments, we're in!" Phoebe nodded.
"This could be fun!" Lorenzo and Lila smiled.
"Yeah!" Nadine and Tucker nodded.
"And uh... Kevin, would you mind accompanying us?" Olga asked.
Monkeyman paused as he smiled. "I'd be delighted, little Pataki."
Olga giggled.
Pretty soon, the next night, Olga and Monkeyman, the latter now dressed in a tuxedo and cleaned nicely, was leading us kids to the opera house as Arnold smiled. "I think the last time we went inside an opera house was on our field trip last year."
"Yeah..." I smiled, remembering the good times, Nadine, Phoebe and Gerald nodded. Lila, Lorenzo and Tucker, the only people not on the field trip with us on that day, just blinked in confusion.
"Well, here we are, Kev." Olga said as we all went inside.
"Olga?"
Olga froze for a minute, then sighed. "Oh. Hello, father."
We all turned to see Big Bob Pataki and Miriam Pataki standing next to each other, dressed nicely as Miriam gave a sad smile. "Hello, Olga."
"Hello, mother." Olga gave a sad smile too.
"You're still attending operas?" Big Bob asked.
"No, my friend just didn't want to go, and we had leftover tickets." Olga sighed.
"Oh." Big Bob looked down.
"So... I see you two are trying to... reconcile?" Olga asked.
"Uh... yeah." Miriam nodded as Big Bob sighed.
"Well, you, uh... you have a good night." Big Bob said as he and Miriam left.
"Same here." Olga smiled.
Kevin raised an eyebrow as he said, "Still a little tension?"
"Yes, but ever since I moved out, I think the tension just started rising." Olga sighed. "Well, shall we go to our seats?"
We all nodded as we followed Olga and Monkeyman.
Pretty soon, we were all in our seats as the opera was midway to the first act.
"You know, I like this." Olga smiled as she looked at Kevin. "Just a quiet night, us together... the kids enjoying the opera."
Phoebe was enjoying it as me, Arnold and Gerald tried to pay attention. Nadine and Tucker were whispering sweet nothings in their ears, and Lorenzo was holding Lila's hand as Lila put her head on his shoulder.
"Indeed..." Monkeyman smiled. "Remember Alfred?"
"Yeah, my bully. You always refer to him as a... Poke, was it?" Olga whispered.
"Polk A. Mewsic-ian, yeah... that was always a good name for the guy, the wavy brown hair, the smug tough guy who made puns..." Monkeyman said.
"Indeed." Olga nodded as the first act came to a close.
"I'm going to use the restroom, I'll be right back." Monkeyman said as he walked out of the seat aisles.
"Okay, but don't take too long." Olga smiled as Monkeyman ran off.
"You really think Kevin changed?" I asked.
"I don't know... but at least he's being a courteous person. I think he may have finally grown out of the superhero schtick." Olga smiled as she turned to me.
All of a sudden, the lights turned off as Olga looked around. "The opera can't be starting the second act already?"
"LADIES AND GENTLEDUCKS!" A eerie, yet whimsical voice called from the speakers as we looked at the stage. "Don't be alarmed by my 'DRAMATIC' appearance! For you see, the rest of tonight's opera has been cancelled, to be replaced with a fun piece called, "YOUR DOOMS!"
Olga's eyes widened. "Alfred?"
All of a sudden, I felt myself tied up by a belt as we got trapped.
"Direct your vision towards the stage!" The voice said.
We all did as we saw the curtain open up to reveal a man with funny glasses, brown wavy hair, and a yellow flamboyant outfit, holding a rubber chicken, laughing as the man said. "Congratulations to all who walked into my trap! I'm sure you're going to have a "BLAST"!"
I looked up at the man weirdly as I turned to Olga. "This goofball is Alfred? The kid that always bullied you in high school?"
Big Bob, hearing me from behind my seat, yelled out, "HE DID WHAT TO MY DAUGHTER?"
"Prepare to face the wrath of the mischievous... POLK A. MEWSICIAN!" Alfred laughed.
Olga's eyes widened. "Holy crap, it's real..."
"Now that I have you all in my traps... it is time to unleash my powerful weapon!" Polk A. smirked as he pulled out a gun as we all yelped. "I call it... the Brain Scrambler! One zap to your head and your mind will try to figure out how to solve complicated problems! And now... feel the pain!"
Polk A. shut the zapper right to everyone's heads as I felt my head... actually I felt fine. I looked around and saw everybody else just trying to figure out a math problem.
"What is that digit of pi? WHAT IS THAT FINAL DIGIT OF PI!" Olga said in a panic.
"Oh God, my brain! It's too much for me!" Phoebe said, tortured as everybody was shaking.
I paused as I thought to myself, "Hey, why am I not affected?"
"WHAT IS THIS? I CAN'T SOLVE THIS EQUATION!" I heard Helga in my brain.
"Oh, that explains it..." I paused... then I realized I better play along. "Oh God! What is 2 and two!"
Polk A. laughed as he said, "This is easier than I planned..."
All of a sudden, the lights went dark as Polk A.'s eyes were visible. "What the?"
"Knock knock!" A gritty voice said.
"Who's there?"
"Orange."
"Orange who?"
The lights came on as Monkeyman, dressed up in costume, appeared as he held his Banana-rang gun. "Orange you glad I didn't say 'banana'!"
Monkeyman then shot the gun right out of Polk A.'s hands as Polk A. gasped. "Monkeyman! So, you figured out my clues!"
"It took me a while, but I figured it out!" Monkeyman said in the gritty voice.
"Well, it looks like for you, you're too late!" Polk A. laughed. "Because everybody is trying so hard to figure out the hardest math problem for them! And pretty soon, EVERYBODY in the world will!"
"Polk A., you are trying too hard!" Monkeyman said as Polk A. pulled out an accordion.
"DOCTOR Polk A., if you please! I got an online PhD!" Polk A. smirked as he pointed towards an old computer.
"Folks should be free to solve equations that are simple! You can't force them to think!" Monkeyman frowned.
"Sure I can, watch this!" Polk A. said as he started playing the accordion.
(To the tune of Maria from 'The Sound of Music', polka style)
(Polk A.)
Can you manage to solve this little riddle!
Can you manage to catch this little guy?
Can you manage to keep up with my tune?
Yes you can, oh no you can't, bye bye!
Polk A. then used the accordion to slap Monkeyman straight down.
Many a day I know that you just love this!
Many a day that you should understand!
How do you solve this math, or even your history!
How do you take your life upon the stand?
Can you manage to solve this little riddle?
How can you possibly beat me tonight?
Polk A. smirked as he tossed the accordion aside as Monkeyman smirked. "Like so!"
Monkeyman shot his Banana-rang at Polk A.'s gun and flipped it, and by the time he pulled the trigger, he was zapped. "OH NO! WHAT IS THIS! WHAT IS LIFE? THE MEANING OF LIFE, THE UNIVERSE, EVERYTHING! OH GOD! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! I mean, it's pretty ironic!"
Monkeyman nodded as Polk A. got tied up as Polk A. groaned. "CURSE YOU, MONKEYMAN!"
Monkeyman looked in satisfaction as everyone was recovering. Monkeyman grabbed Polk A and shouted, "MONKEYMAN!" before using his Banana-rang and going off.
Olga just looked in surprise. "Did Kevin just..."
"Yeah..." I nodded.
Olga gave a smile as Big Bob, from behind us, groaned. "What just happened?"
"I feel like I just solved a complicated equation." Miriam said in shock.
Later, as we were leaving the opera, Olga noticed Kevin, now back in tuxedo, looking down. Olga came up to Kevin. Monkeyman sighed. "I know you said..."
Olga then kissed Monkeyman on the cheek as Monkeyman blushed. Olga said, "I'm sorry I didn't realize this sooner. From now on, you just keep doing what you love, even if you do look ridiculous in that outfit."
Monkeyman smiled. "Thanks, Olga. You really are a sweet girl."
"Will we see each other again?" Olga asked.
"You may, Olga Pataki, you may." Monkeyman said as he went back to his gritty voice. "But right now... Monkeyman senses trouble! I'M MONKEYMAN!"
Olga smiled as she joined up with us as I asked, "You still think Monkeyman is cute?"
Olga giggled. "Yes. Very cute."
We all laughed as we all headed home.
There's episode one hundred and fifty-seven! How was it? Before I end this with the usual tag, answer me this... did you read Polk A.'s lines as Weird Al, or somebody else, because I totally wrote them intending for a Weird Al reading. Well, anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!