As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed incomprehensible, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and eggs with his fingers. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Natalie, Natalie, give me your answer true," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bag, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, looking lovely, as she always does, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to leave us," she said.

"Never wanted to leave you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to leave you. If ever I could leave you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, and she's really fine. There's no sign of swelling or disorientation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with food. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Alcohol is not contraindicated, on the contrary, heavy drinking is suggested. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…this is going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go. Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the bag from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded clothing unceremoniously on the mattress, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to untie the back of his hospital gown.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting pizza."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the skeleton in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her breadstick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed.

"Trust me, you don´t want to know. You'll thank me later."

As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed incomprehensible, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and eggs with his fingers. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Natalie, Natalie, give me your answer true," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bag, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, looking lovely, as she always does, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to leave us," she said.

"Never wanted to leave you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to leave you. If ever I could leave you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, and she's really fine. There's no sign of swelling or disorientation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with food. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Alcohol is not contraindicated, on the contrary, heavy drinking is suggested. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…this is going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go. Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded clothing unceremoniously on the mattress, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to untie the back of his hospital gown.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting pizza."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the skeleton in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her breadstick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed.

"Trust me, you don´t want to know. You'll thank me later."

As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed incomprehensible, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and eggs with his fingers. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Natalie, Natalie, give me your answer true," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bag, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, looking lovely, as she always does, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to leave us," she said.

"Never wanted to leave you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to leave you. If ever I could leave you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, and she's really fine. There's no sign of swelling or disorientation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with food. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Alcohol is not contraindicated, on the contrary, heavy drinking is suggested. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…this is going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go. Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to untie the back of his hospital gown.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting pizza."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the skeleton in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her bread stick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed.

"Trust me, you don´t want to know. You'll thank me later."

As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed incomprehensible, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and eggs with his fingers. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Natalie, Natalie, give me your answer true," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bag, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, looking lovely, as she always does, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to leave us," she said.

"Never wanted to leave you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to leave you. If ever I could leave you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, and she's really fine. There's no sign of swelling or disorientation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with food. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Alcohol is not contraindicated, on the contrary, heavy drinking is suggested. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…this is going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go. Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded clothing unceremoniously on the mattress, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to untie the back of his hospital gown.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting pizza."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the skeleton in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her breadstick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed.

"Trust me, you don´t want to know. You'll thank me later."
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As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed incomprehensible, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and eggs with his fingers. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Natalie, Natalie, give me your answer true," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bag, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, looking lovely, as she always does, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to leave us," she said.

"Never wanted to leave you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to leave you. If ever I could leave you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, and she's really fine. There's no sign of swelling or disorientation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with food. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Alcohol is not contraindicated, on the contrary, heavy drinking is suggested. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…this is going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go. Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to untie the back of his hospital gown.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting pizza."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the skeleton in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her bread stick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed.

"Trust me, you don´t want to know. You'll thank me later."

Hi, Bflogal! You hadn´t made any changes? I didn´t notice. Could it be continued yet.


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Sure, keep it going -- this one has some more left in it, I think.

I was just putting some changes back in that got lost somehow -- it happens.

As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed incomprehensible, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and eggs with his fingers. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Natalie, Natalie, give me your answer true," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bag, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, looking lovely, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to leave us," she said.

"Never wanted to leave you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to leave you. If ever I could leave you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my birds, and she's really fine. There's no sign of swelling or disorientation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with food. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Alcohol is not contraindicated, on the contrary, heavy drinking is suggested. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…this is going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to untie the back of his hospital gown.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting pizza."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the skeleton in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her bread stick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed.

"Trust me, you don´t want to know. You'll thank me later."
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This is surely the most hilarious game on our board! I just chuckle, when I read the stories here.
I just haven´t found the colours, that is why I don´t use red in my corrections.



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As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed incomprehensible, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and eggs with his fingers. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Natalie, Natalie, give me your answer true," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bag, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, looking lovely, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to leave us," she said.

"Never wanted to leave you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to leave you. If ever I could leave you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my birds, and she's really fine. There's no sign of swelling or disorientation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with food. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contraindicated, on the contrary, heavy drinking is suggested. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…this is going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to untie the back of his hospital gown.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting pizza."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her bread stick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his John Travolta "Saturday Night Fever" disco jumpsuit.

"Trust me, you don´t want to know. You'll thank me later."

Adrianna, the colors are hidden behind the 'A' on the top line, about two thirds the way across the page. It took me a while to figure that out too. I'm glad you like our little game!


As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed incomprehensible, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and eggs with his fingers. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Natalie, Natalie, give me your answer true," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bag, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, looking lovely, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to leave us," she said.

"Never wanted to leave you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to leave you. If ever I could leave you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my birds, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with food. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…this is going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to untie the back of his hospital gown.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting pizza."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her bread stick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his John Travolta "Saturday Night Fever" disco jumpsuit.

"Trust me, you don´t want to know. You'll thank me later."

As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed incomprehensible, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and shaving cream with his fingers. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Natalie, Natalie, give me your answer true," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bag, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, eating pickles, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to leave us," she said.

"Never wanted to leave you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to leave you. If ever I could leave you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my birds, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with food. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…this is going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to untie the back of his hospital gown.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting pizza."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her bread stick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his John Travolta "Saturday Night Fever" disco jumpsuit.

"Trust me, I'm Peter Pan. You'll thank me later."

As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed too neat and straight, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and shaving cream with his fingers. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Natalie, Natalie, give me your answer true," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bag, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, eating pickles, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to leave us," she said.

"Never wanted to leave you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to leave you. If ever I could leave you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my birds, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with food. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…this is going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to dance around in his hospital gown, the back flying open as he did the twist."What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting pizza."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her bread stick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his John Travolta "Saturday Night Fever" disco jumpsuit.

"Trust me, I'm Peter Pan. You'll thank me later."


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As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed too neat and straight, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his bib and high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and shaving cream with his fingers. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Louie, Louie, oohhh baby I said we gotta go! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bag, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, eating pickles, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to leave us," she said.

"Never wanted to leave you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to leave you. If ever I could leave you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my birds, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with food. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…I'm going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to dance around in his hospital gown, the back flying open as he did the twist."What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting pizza."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her bread stick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his John Travolta "Saturday Night Fever" disco jumpsuit.

"Trust me, I'm Peter Pan. You'll thank me later."


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I agree this is a really funny game. It's hilarious if you try to picture all of it!

As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed too neat and straight, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his bib and high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and shaving cream with his Feet. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Louie, Louie, oohhh baby I said we gotta go! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bagel She Bought because it reminded her of her old car,which was thrown into teh san fransisco bay, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, eating pickles, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to eat us," she said.

"Never wanted to eat you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to eat you. If ever I could eat you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my birds, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with an episode of nightmares and dreamscapes. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…I'm going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to dance around in his hospital gown, the back flying open as he did the twist."What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting pizza."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her bread stick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his John Travolta "Saturday Night Fever" disco jumpsuit.

"Trust me, I'm Peter Pan. You'll thank me later."

As Natalie bumped into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed too neat and straight, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his bib and high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and shaving cream with his feet. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Louie, Louie, oohhh baby I said we gotta go! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before wiping his hands on his hospital gown. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bagel she bought because it reminded her of her old car,which was thrown into the San Francisco Bay, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, eating pickles, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to eat us," she said.

"Never wanted to eat you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to eat you. If ever I could eat you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my birds -- tuppence a bag, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with an episode of nightmares and dreamscapes. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…I'm going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to dance around in his hospital gown, the back flying open as he did the twist."What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm doing the Funky Chicken."

Natalie whirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her bread stick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his John Travolta "Saturday Night Fever" disco jumpsuit.

"Trust me, I'm Peter Pan. You'll be Tinkerbell."

LOL OUT LOUD!

As Natalie can-canned into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed too neat and straight, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his bib and high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and shaving cream with his feet. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Louie, Louie, oohhh baby I said we gotta go! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before beating his hands on his chest. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bagel she bought because it reminded her of her old car,which was thrown into the San Francisco Bay, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, eating pickles, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to eat us," she said.

"Never wanted to eat you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to eat you. If ever I could eat you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my birds -- tuppence a bag, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with an episode of nightmares and dreamscapes. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…I'm going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to dance around in his hospital gown, the back flying open as he did the twist."What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm doing the Funky Chicken."

Natalie karate-twirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing a bowl of marinara. She buried her teeth in her bread stick.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his John Travolta "Saturday Night Fever" disco jumpsuit.

"Trust me, I'm Peter Pan. You'll be Tinkerbell."

As Natalie can-canned into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally tan, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed too neat and straight, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his bib and high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and shaving cream with his feet. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Louie, Louie, oohhh baby I said we gotta go! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before beating his hands on his chest. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"They wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bagel she bought because it reminded her of her old car,which was thrown into the San Francisco Bay, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, eating pickles, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to eat us," she said.

"Never wanted to eat you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to eat you. If ever I could eat you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my birds -- tuppence a bag, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with an episode of nightmares and dreamscapes. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…I'm going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill He spotted Barney Fife, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to dance around in his hospital gown, the back flying open as he did the twist."What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm doing the Funky Chicken and Laughing at barney fife."

Natalie karate-twirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing Barney fife, saying NIP IT IN TEH BUD" She buried her teeth in her bread stick and nipped it in Her sauce.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his Harison ford Outfit from American grafetti.

"Trust me, I'm Peter Pan. You'll be Tinkerbell."

As Natalie can-canned into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally sexy, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed too neat and straight, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his bib and high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and shaving cream with his feet. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Louie, Louie, oohhh baby I said we gotta go! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He set his plate back down on the tray and licked his fingers before beating his hands on his chest. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"The Big Lots Butterfly wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bagel she bought because it reminded her of her old car,which was thrown into the San Francisco Bay, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, eating pickles, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to eat us," she said.

"Never wanted to eat you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to eat you. If ever I could eat you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my unicorns -- tuppence a bag, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with an episode of nightmares and dreamscapes. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…I'm going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no questions, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill He spotted Barney Fife, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to dance around in his hospital gown, the back flying open as he did the twist."What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm doing the Funky Chicken and Laughing at barney fife."

Natalie karate-twirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing Barney fife, saying NIP IT IN TEH BUD" She buried her teeth in her bread stick and nipped it in Her sauce.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his Harison ford Outfit from American grafetti.

"Trust me, I'm Peter Pan. You'll be Tinkerbell."

As Natalie can-canned into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally sexy, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed too neat and straight, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his bib and high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and shaving cream with his feet. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he was shirtless and had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Louie, Louie, oohhh baby I said we gotta go! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He throw his plate out of the open window and licked his fingers before beating his hands on his chest. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"The Big Lots Butterfly wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bagel she bought because it reminded her of her old car,which was thrown into the San Francisco Bay, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, eating pickles, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to eat us," she said.

"Never wanted to eat you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to eat you. If ever I could eat you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my unicorns -- tuppence a bag, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with an episode of nightmares and dreamscapes. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving or operating heavy machinery. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…I'm going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no parking tickets, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill. He spotted Barney Fife, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to dance around in his hospital gown, the back flying open as he did the twist."What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm doing the Funky Chicken and Laughing at barney fife."

Natalie karate-twirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing Barney fife, saying NIP IT IN TEH BUD" She buried her teeth in her bread stick and nipped it in Her sauce.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his Harison ford Outfit from American grafetti.

"Trust me, I'm Peter Pan. You'll be Tinkerbell."


- - - - - - - - - - - -

As Natalie can-canned into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally sexy, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed too neat and straight, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten.

But she was starting to feel flushed and dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his bib and high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and shaving cream with his feet. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he was shirtless and had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Louie, Louie, oohhh baby I said we gotta go! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He throw his plate out of the open window and licked his fingers before beating his hands on his chest. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"The Big Lots Butterfly wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bagel she bought because it reminded her of her old car,which was thrown into the San Francisco Bay, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, eating pickles, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to eat us," she said.

"Never wanted to eat you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to eat you. If ever I could eat you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my unicorns -- tuppence a bag, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with an episode of nightmares and dreamscapes. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving to Brazil or operating on small furry animals. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes proposals. No illegal substances, except for speed, that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…I'm going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no parking tickets, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill. He spotted Barney Fife, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to dance around in his hospital gown, the back flying open as he did the twist. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm doing the Funky Chicken and laughing at Barney Fife."

Natalie karate-twirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing Barney Fife, saying NIP IT IN THE BUD" She buried her teeth in her bread stick and nipped it in her sauce.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his Harison Ford outfit from American Grafiti.

"Trust me, I'm Peter Pan. You'll be Tinkerbell."

As Natalie can-canned into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally sexy, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed too neat and straight, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten from Don the whale .

But she was starting to feel flushed and dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his bib and high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and shaving cream with his feet. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he was shirtless and had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Louie, Louie, oohhh baby I said we gotta go! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He throw his plate out of the open window and licked his fingers before beating his hands on his chest. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his face.

"The Big Lots Butterfly wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bagel she bought because it reminded her of her old car,which was thrown into the San Francisco Bay, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, eating pickles, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to eat us," she said.

"Never wanted to eat you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to eat you. If ever I could eat you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my unicorns -- tuppence a bag, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with an episode of nightmares and dreamscapes. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving to Mexico (Oh the drugs, always the drugs...a mexican policeman said a mexican accent, inside of monk's head) or operating on small furry animals. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes eating a waffle. No illegal substances, except for speed , that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Oh, man…I'm going to be a monkey," Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no parking tickets, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill. He spotted Barney Fife, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to dance around in his hospital gown, the back flying open as he did the twist. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm doing the Funky Chicken and laughing at Barney Fife."

Natalie karate-twirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing Barney Fife, saying NIP IT IN THE BUD" She buried her teeth in her bread stick and nipped it in her sauce.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his Harison Ford outfit from American Grafiti.

"Trust me, I'm Peter Pan. You'll be Tinkerbell."

LOL
Great!! So funny!!
I guess it's the funnier we've done so far!!

As Natalie can-canned into the corner to enter Monk's bathroom, she wasn't sure what to expect. The last time she had seen him, he was totally sexy, and the popsicle stick birdhouses Leland Stottlemeyer and Randy made last night seemed too neat and straight, especially on the amount of booze she had gotten from Don the whale .

But she was starting to feel flushed and dizzy to see him fully conscious and sitting up in his bib and high chair eating his breakfast of bacon and shaving cream with his feet. At least it seemed like him, except for the fact that he was shirtless and had lifted up his plate to lick every drop of egg yoke from it.

"Louie, Louie, oohhh baby I said we gotta go! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he sang out jovially when he saw her. He throw his plate out of the open window and licked his fingers before beating his hands on his chest. As the yoke stuck to the fabric, Natalie instinctively reached into her purse and handed him a lollypop. He eyed it with evident desire, and used the diaper to wipe his zit.

"The Big Lots Butterfly wouldn't let me shower until someone got here. Do you know the muffin man?"

"Yeah, I do." she said, lifting the bagel she bought because it reminded her of her old car,which was thrown into the San Francisco Bay, "He has your extra toiletries."

Audrey Hepburn walked in the room, eating pickles, as she always does with a bird net on her head, because she's Audrey Hepburn.

"Mr. Monk has been anxious to eat us," she said.

"Never wanted to eat you, Audrey dear," Monk said loudly with an added wink for emphasis. "Never wanted to eat you. If ever I could eat you, it would not be in hospital."

Natalie warily glanced at Audrey´s bird net.

"Don't ask," she said with a forced smile. "Dr. Thirteen was here already, she fed my unicorns -- tuppence a bag, and she's really fine. There's no sign of folding, spindling or mutilation. She already signed Mr. Monk's secret papers. Uh, here is his formula and his pacifier." She handed the package to Natalie. "One tablet twice a day, with an episode of nightmares and dreamscapes. We suggest that someone else dispense the meds. Once the patient starts feeling better, there's a temptation to overmedicate. Greg House was on these meds for a while, just ask him. No driving to Mexico (Oh the drugs, always the drugs...a mexican policeman said a mexican accent, inside of monk's head) or operating on small furry animals. No major purchases or life decisions, that includes eating a waffle. No illegal substances, except for speed , that's okay. Fred Flinstone is not contradicted, on the contrary, Barney Rubble is drinking heavily. But none for Monk, of course."

"Who gorked my frinkle?" Monk oinked.

"Any signs of extreme disco fever or the munchies, bring him back in immediately. There are his mustang´s keys. So, if there are no parking tickets, he's free to go." Audrey pulled the privacy screen back and exited the room. She was obviously in a hurry to see Monk leave.

"I got my walking papers and car keys. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told Natalie, as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed the chicken from Natalie. He dumped the previously neatly folded legs, wings, and thighs unceremoniously on the grill. He spotted Barney Fife, and rolled his eyes at the style. Before Natalie realized what he was doing, he had begun to dance around in his hospital gown, the back flying open as he did the twist. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm doing the Funky Chicken and laughing at Barney Fife."

Natalie karate-twirled around so she was facing the duck in the closet.

Monk laughed at her. "Oh, come on now. You're no vegetarian. I know you've seen pepperoni pizza before….lots of them."

Natalie tried to put him in an arm bar, but suddenly realized that she was facing Barney Fife, saying NIP IT IN THE BUD" She buried her teeth in her bread stick and nipped it in her frog.

"What is your sign?" Monk asked as he quickly dressed into his Harison Ford outfit from American Grafiti.

"Trust me, I'm Peter Pan. You'll be Tinkerbell."

Is it time for a new one? Or is there more left in this one?

Sure, I can settle for a new one.

I'm having trouble finding a scene I like to start with -- if anyone else wants to post one, that would be fine -- otherwise I'll pick one tomorrow, when I'm more awake.

Well, I have one, it's shorter, and it's at the end after the summation, but it's probably my favorite "scene" out of my own fanfic "Mr. Monk and The Rockstar" Hope you like it. Have fun with it!


"You can't prove any of that!" Jessica said dryly.

"Oh, but we can." Monk said. Disher held in a see-though plastic bag, a baseball bat. "This was the bat you used to kill Jared wasn't it?" Jessica said nothing. "It's okay, even if you don't confess, we've still got your fingerprints all over it. Unless I'm wrong, which you know, I'm not."

"Where'd you find that?" Jessica asked abruptly. "I hid it where no one could possibly find it!" She quickly put her hand over her mouth. Clementine and Trevor looked suprised. "So," Monk said, with his victorious grin, "You did confess." Randy pulled out his handcuffs and went up to Jessica and turned her around. "Jessica Arsen, you're arrested for breaking and entering and homicide, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you, you have the right to an attorney." Randy held onto the handcuffs with one hand, reached into his pocket, pulled out a camera and threw it at the Captain with the other. "What's this for?" Stottlemeyer asked.

"Can you take a quick picture of me arresting the guitarist of one of my favorite bands?" Randy asked, starting up a cheesy, egotistic smile. "I have to post it on my Facebook, my friends will never believe this." The captain shook his head.

"No." Randy sighed and began to show Jessica her way out the door, but, he stopped at Trevor and Clementine. "The band isn't breaking up, are you?"

"I think we already did." Trevor said dryly. "Oh, that sucks." Randy said, "Well, if you ever want to jam, you should call me." He reached into his pocket to with one hand to fish out his phone number. "Randy!" Stottlemeyer snapped. Randy quickly escorted Jessica out of the building in cuffs.

"You can't prove any of that!" Jessica said dryly.

"Oh, but we can." Monk said. Disher held in a see-though plastic bag, a baseball bat. "This was the bat you used to kill Jared wasn't it?" Jessica said nothing. "It's okay, even if you don't confess, we've still got your fingerprints all over it. Unless I'm wrong, which you know, I'm not."

"Where'd you find that?" Jessica asked abruptly. "I hid it where no one could possibly find it!" She quickly put her hand over her mouth, did the hokey pokey and turned herself about. Clementine and Trevor looked suprised. "So," Monk said, with his victorious grin, "You did confess." Randy pulled out his handcuffs and went up to Jessica and turned her inside out. "Jessica Arsen, you're arrested for breaking and entering and homicide, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you, you have the right to an attorney." Randy held onto the handcuffs with one hand, reached into his pocket, pulled out a camera and threw it at the Captain with the other. "What's this for?" Stottlemeyer asked.

"Can you take a quick picture of me arresting the guitarist of one of my favorite bands?" Randy asked, starting up a cheesy fondue with an egotistic smile. "I have to post it on my Facebook, my friends will never believe this." The captain shook his head.

"No." Randy sighed and began to show Jessica her way out the door, but, he stopped at Trevor and Clementine. "The band isn't breaking up, are you?"

"I think we already did." Trevor said dryly. "Oh, that sucks." Randy said, "Well, if you ever want to jam, you should call me." He reached into his pocket to with one hand to fish out his phone number. "Randy!" Stottlemeyer snapped. Randy quickly escorted Jessica out of the building in cuffs.
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"You can't prove any of that!" Jessica said wetly.

"Oh, but we can." Monk said. Disher held in a see-though plastic bag, a stack of pancakes. "Theese were the pancakes you used to kill Jared wasn't it?" Jessica said nothing. "It's okay, even if you don't confess, we've still got your fingerprints all over it. Unless I'm wrong, which you know, I'm not."

"Where'd you find that?" Jessica asked abruptly. "I hid it where no one could possibly find it!" She quickly put her hand over her mouth, did the hokey pokey and turned herself about. Clementine and Trevor looked suprised. "So," Monk said, with his victorious grin, "You did confess." Randy pulled out his handcuffs and went up to Jessica and turned her inside out. "Jessica Arsen, you're arrested for breaking and entering and homicide, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you, you have the right to an attorney." Randy held onto the handcuffs with one hand, reached into his pocket, pulled out a teddy bear and threw it at the Captain with the other. "What's this for?" Stottlemeyer asked.

"Can you take a quick picture of me arresting the guitarist of one of my favorite bands?" Randy asked, starting up a cheesy fondue with an egotistic smile. "I have to post it on my Facebook, my friends will never believe this." The captain shook his head.

"No." Randy sighed and began to show Jessica her way out the door, but, he stopped at Trevor and Clementine. "The band isn't breaking up, are you?"

"I think we already did." Trevor said dryly. "Oh, that sucks." Randy said, "Well, if you ever want to jam, you should call me." He reached into his pocket to with one hand to fish out his phone number. "Randy!" Stottlemeyer snapped. Randy quickly escorted Jessica out of the building in cuffs.

"You can't eat any of that!" Jessica said wetly.

"Oh, but we can." Monk said. Disher was in a see-though plastic bag, eating a stack of pancakes. "These were the pancakes you used to kill Jared wasn't it?" Jessica said nothing. "It's okay, even if you don't confess, we've still got your syruppy fingerprints all over it. Unless I'm wrong, which you know, I'm not."

"Where'd you find that?" Jessica asked abruptly. "I hid it where no one could possibly find it!" She quickly put her hand over her mouth, did the hokey pokey and turned herself about. Clementine and Trevor looked suprised. "So," Monk said, with his victorious grin, "You did confess." Randy pulled out his handcuffs and went up to Jessica and turned her inside out. "Jessica Arsen, you're arrested for breaking and entering and homicide, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you, you have the right to an attorney." Randy held onto the handcuffs with one hand, reached into his pocket, pulled out a teddy bear and threw it at the Captain with the other. "What's this for?" Stottlemeyer asked.

"Can you take a quick picture of me arresting the guitarist of one of my favorite bands?" Randy asked, starting up a cheesy fondue with an egotistic smile. "I have to post it on my Facebook, my friends will never believe this." The captain shook his head.

"No." Randy sighed and began to show Jessica her way out the door, but, he stopped at Trevor and Clementine. "The band isn't breaking up, are you?"

"I think we already did." Trevor said dryly. "Oh, that sucks." Randy said, "Well, if you ever want to jam, you should call me." He reached into his pocket to with one hand to fish out his phone number. "Randy!" Stottlemeyer snapped. Randy quickly escorted Jessica out of the building in cuffs.

"You can't eat any of that!" Jessica said wetly.

"Oh, but we can." Monk said. Disher was in a see-though plastic bag, eating a stack of pancakes. "These were the pancakes you used to kill Jared wasn't it?" Jessica said nothing. "It's okay, even if you don't confess, we've still got your syruppy fingerprints all over it. Unless I'm wrong, which you know, I'm not."

"Where'd you find that?" Jessica asked abruptly. "I hid it where no one could possibly find it!" She quickly put her hand over her mouth, did the hokey pokey and turned herself about. Clementine and Trevor looked suprised. "So," Monk said, with his victorious grin, "You did confess." Randy pulled out his handcuffs and went up to Jessica and turned her inside out. "Jessica Arsen, you're arrested for extreme disco fever and murdering cereal boxes, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you, you have the right to an attorney." Randy held onto the handcuffs with one hand, reached into his pocket, pulled out a teddy bear and threw it at the Captain with the other. "What's this for?" Stottlemeyer asked.

"Can you take a quick picture of me arresting the guitarist of one of my favorite bands?" Randy asked, starting up a cheesy fondue with an egotistic smile. "I have to post it on my Facebook, my friends will never believe this." The captain shook his head.

"No." Randy sighed and began to show Jessica her way out the door, but, he stopped at Trevor and Clementine. "Can you zip my fly?"

"I think we already did." Trevor said dryly. "Oh, that sucks." Randy said, "Well, if you ever want to jam, you should call me." He reached into his pocket to with one hand to fish out his phone number. "Randy!" Stottlemeyer snapped. Randy quickly escorted Jessica out of the building in cuffs.

"You can't eat any of that!" Jessica said wetly.

"Oh, but we can." Monk said. Disher was in a see-though plastic bag, eating a stack of pancakes. "These were the pancakes you used to kill Jared wasn't it?" Jessica said nothing. "It's okay, even if you don't confess, we've still got your syruppy fingerprints all over it. Unless I'm wrong, which you know, I'm not."

"Where'd you find that?" Jessica asked abruptly. "I hid it where no one could possibly find it!" She quickly put her hand over her mouth, did the hokey pokey and turned herself about. Clementine and Trevor looked suprised. "So," Monk said, with his victorious grin, "You did confess." Randy pulled out his handcuffs and went up to Jessica and turned her inside out. "Jessica Arsen, you're arrested for extreme disco fever and murdering cereal boxes, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you, you have the right to an attorney." Randy held onto the handcuffs with one hand, reached into his pocket, pulled out a teddy bear and threw it at the Captain with the other. "What's this for?" Stottlemeyer asked.

"Can you take a quick picture of me arresting the guitarist of one of my favorite bands?" Randy asked, starting up a cheesy fondue with an egotistic smile. "I have to post it on my Facebook, my friends will never believe this." The captain shook his head.

"No." Randy sighed and began to show Jessica her way out the door, but, he stopped at Trevor and Clementine. "Can you zip my fly?"

"I think we already did." Trevor said dryly. "Oh, that sucks." Randy said, "Well, if you ever want toast and jam, you should call me." He reached into his pocket to with one hand to fish out his <censored>. "Randy!" Stottlemeyer snapped. Randy quickly escorted Jessica out of the building in shock.

" I can't eat any of that!" Jessica said drooling.

"Oh, but we can." Monk said. Disher was in a see-though plastic bag, eating a stack of pancakes. "These were the pancakes you used to kill Jared wasn't it?" Jessica said nothing. "It's okay, even if you don't confess, we've still got your syruppy fingerprints all over it. Unless I'm wrong, which you know, I'm not."

"Where'd you bake that?" Jessica asked abruptly. "I hid the stove where no one could possibly find it!" She quickly put her hand over her mouth, did the hokey pokey and turned herself about. Clementine and Trevor looked suprised. "So," Monk said, with his victorious grin, "You did eat them." Randy pulled out his handcuffs and went up to Jessica and turned her inside out. "Jessica Arsen, you're arrested for extreme disco fever and murdering cereal boxes, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you, you have the right to an attorney." Randy held onto the handcuffs with one hand, reached into his pocket, pulled out a teddy bear and threw it at the Captain with the other. "What's this for?" Stottlemeyer asked.

"Can you take a quick picture of me arresting the guitarist of one of my favorite bands?" Randy asked, starting up a cheesy fondue with an egotistic smile. "I have to post it on my Facebook, my friends will never believe this." The captain shook his head.

"No." Randy sighed and began to show Jessica her way out the door, but, he stopped at Trevor and Clementine. "Can you zip my fly?"

"I think we already did." Trevor said dryly. "Oh, that sucks." Randy said, "Well, if you ever want toast and jam, you should call me." He reached into his pocket to with one hand to fish out his <censored>. "Randy!" Stottlemeyer snapped. Randy quickly escorted Jessica out of the building in shock.

LMAO! You guys are a riot! I oddly enough want pancakes now.


" I can't eat any of that!" Jessica said drooling.

"Oh, but we can." Monk said. Disher was in a see-though plastic bag, eating a stack of pancakes. "These were the pancakes you used to kill Jared wasn't it?" Jessica said nothing. "It's okay, even if you don't confess, we've still got your syruppy fingerprints all over it. Unless I'm wrong, which you know, I'm not."

"Where'd you bake that?" Jessica asked abruptly. "I hid the stove where no one could possibly find it!" She quickly put her hand over her mouth, did the hokey pokey and turned herself about. Clementine and Trevor looked suprised. "So," Monk said, with his victorious grin, "You did eat them." Randy pulled out his handcuffs and went up to Jessica and turned her inside out. "Jessica Arsen, you're arrested for extreme disco fever and murdering cereal boxes, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you, you have to fight for your right to party" Randy held onto the handcuffs with one hand, reached into his pocket, pulled out a teddy bear and threw it at the Captain with the other. "What's this for?" Stottlemeyer asked.

"Can you take a quick picture of me arresting the guitarist of one of my favorite bands?" Randy asked, starting up a cheesy fondue with an egotistic smile. "I have to post it on my Facebook, my friends will never believe this." The captain shook his head.

"No." Randy sighed and began to show Jessica her way out the door, but, he stopped at Trevor and Clementine. "Can you zip my fly?"

"I think we already did." Trevor said dryly. "Oh, that sucks." Randy said, "Well, if you ever want toast and jam, you should call me." He reached into his pocket to with one hand to fish out his <censored>. "Randy!" Stottlemeyer snapped. Randy quickly escorted Jessica out of the building in shock.