Funky Monkey Page #2

You and Peters have to find it.

And my computer too.

There's enough information

on that laptop...

...it will bring

the whole operation down.

I wouldn't worry, sir. I happen to know

that McCall is computer-illiterate.

Yeah. I happen to know

the monkey is too.

If you two do not find

that monkey immediately...

...you will be lucky to find jobs

as security guards at a mini-mall.

You can't do that.

They already turned us down.

They said something about

a college education.

I grew up on the prairie, and--

Peters. Please!

-What did I tell you about talking?

-Right. I remember now.

My back's killing me.

Those beds suck.

Hey. I'll get us some snacks

for the road, all right?

You go wait on the motorcycle.

Safari Mountain.

Harland. I can't wait to see you.

I hope you like Ho Hos and Twinkies.

What's up?

You're right. We need

a new mode of transportation.

Michael?

Michael. Let's go, I don't wanna be late.

That's okay, Mom.

I'm taking my bike today.

-I'm going to the zoo after school.

-Great. You going with some friends?

No, for my biology report

on primitive animal behavior.

Speaking of hairy things, if anyone

should call to see the guest apartment...

...tell them no pets.

-I forgot to put that in the ad.

-Got it. Bye, Mom.

I love you.

I love you too. You have fun.

See you later.

-Morning, Mr. Johnson.

-Morning, Michael.

Hey. Check it out.

Dweeb, 12 o'clock.

That's a nice bike you got there, Dean.

What's the matter, Dean?

Get out of here, Nathan!

-Don't! No! Move it! Come on, guys!

-Come on, String Dean!

Oh, man!

Shouldn't have left your house

without your training wheels, Dean.

Jerks.

Twenty-one, 22, 23!

Hey, String Dean!

Put some more muscle into it!

What little you got.

Twenty-four, 25, 26, 27....

Forty-nine.

Fifty.

Hi, Michael.

-Hi....

-Christina.

Yeah, Christina. I know your name.

I'm a little out of breath

from all the pushups. Hi, Christina.

I heard you set the curve

on the chem exam.

-Who told you?

-Sister Catherine.

-She announced it over the PA.

-She did?

I'm kidding.

Michael, you gotta lighten up.

Wedgy!

String Dean, dude.

Show the girl some respect.

Your underwear's showing.

Oh, man.

Hey, hey. What's going on?

Nathan? I leave you in charge

for 10 minutes...

...and there's an uproar. Why is that?

Ten laps, let's go. Come on, move it!

Not you. You come with me.

I wanna talk to you.

I said, move it, let's go. Move it!

You all right?

-Yeah.

-Sometimes I think...

...my entire football team

is sharing a brain.

But you, Michael, you....

You're a smart kid.

You're smarter than

most of the faculty. Which is...

...kind of what I wanna talk

to you about.

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