The Monkeys You Ordered

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There’s a giraffe sticking into our apartment.

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It’s cool how the cat is balancing on our beach ball.

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This stuffed animal can’t actually testify at this trial, since it’s an inanimate object.

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And this apartment is in the middle of outer space.

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We want food on plates, not slop in a trough.

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All these traps should help us avoid eating what’s in the fridge. 

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A bunch of guys are playing baseball in my living room.

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I like your beanie.

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We’re all on fire in here.

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Your car won’t start because there are a bunch of clowns and one non-clown guy inside the hood.

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Please don’t shoot that crossbow at my head, Daddy.

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Do you want to listen to me play the guitar while you shovel the snow?

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I’m a talking wedding cake!

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You dressing like a knight is not helping with making this meal or cleaning this mess.

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We can make room, but you’ll have to listen to us play these tubas.

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This is a remarkably elaborate sandcastle. 

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A giant piano fell on our house.