Monkey Shines Page #4

I got a truck load out here.

Listen. I kinda smuggled her

out of the lab.

Officially, she's dead,

but nobody knows that - not even Melanie.

So if you could keep that quiet,

I'd appreciate it.

Hey, Ella.

I'd love to play with you. Unfortunately,

I can't, but I sure would love to.

- So what do you think?

- I think it's gonna be great.

(d "Ain't We Got Fun" by Peggy Lee)

d Don't we have fun?

d Tax collectors getting closer

- She turned it on all by herself.

- Got good taste.

She loaded the tape and turned it on.

Look at her, Maryanne. Isn't she a riot?

- Is that animal house-broken?

- Pretty much.

She'll use her cage or the toilet,

which she can flush,

but you'll probably

step in something once in a while.

That's one thing

I don't have to worry about.

A cripple joke!

He made a cripple joke. He's cured!

(d "That's the Glory of Love"

by Peggy Lee)

It's all right. Don't get up.

Nice model. White walls and a tape deck

and you could go cruising.

This baby's gonna make my job easy.

Hey. Get away from there.

- Does this bother you?

- No.

- Would you rather lie down while I work?

- I'm fine.

I'm gonna be knocking on you for a while.

- Oh, help.

- All right. A little rough?

- Kind of rough.

- OK. We'll try and work on that. Fetch.

- We're gonna do it really easy.

- That's better.

Yeah. That's me. OK. All right...

- The laser dot is the signal for Ella.

- To do what?

Whatever your heart desires.

She's your slave. Let's give it a try.

Try and direct the laser to the stick.

OK. You got it. Good.

- Bring it up.

- My mouth.

Mouth. Mouth. Good girl.

- Give her a treat. One puff.

- One puff. I know.

Yeah. Good girl.

Ella. Open the box.

Change. Change, Ella.

Good girl. OK.

Click left, puff once.

Now if you lose power, you got lights.

Thanks, Ella. Lunch is ready.

I would love some real eats.

Nachos with melted cheese, perhaps,

Chinese take-out, a Big Mac -

anything's better than the mush

I get from Nurse Ratched.

What's your all-time favourite?

All-time favourite? Pasta.

Linguine with clam sauce

And a mega dose of garlic.

- Maybe I'll make it for you some time.

- Promise?

Let's not call it a promise.

If I get the chance, I'll make it.

You don't like making promises.

- (squeaking)

- What?

Ella, fetch.

Atta girl. I know it's heavy. You can do it.

Come on. Stretch for it. Make it burn.

If I'm gonna suffer this sh*t,

you have to suffer with me.

Worse than having an infant.

Way to go, Ella! Double reward.

No, triple reward. That was a biggie.

Maryanne, I asked you

to keep this container loaded.

Rewards for that little pest.

When do I get my reward?

When you die, you'll go to heaven.

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