Uncle Slappy's Quest for Monkey

You hang like a portrait on the wall, suspended from a cereal rack that is, in turn, embedded in the wall. What blood is left in you pools in your head and you quickly lose consciousness watching fires rage over your uncle's house. Over the hill, you see children in fur coats rush forward, flailing their arms and shrieking. You blink and yawn, fighting the urge to sleep. They draw closer...children coming to your rescue, you think, and classy dressed kids, too. They come in the dozens over the hill. Five feet of white and grey fur. Their extremely long arms register in your overworked mind that these aren't kids. In the shattered front window, a white chimp-like creature crouches, looking around and patting his left fist on the bald head of a dead trucker. He sniff the air and suddenly locks his big jaundiced eyes with your bloody ones.

He slowly moves forward, stepping across a table into the diner. He opens his mouth, revealing sharp red teeth.

It's time for a very long sleep...