Original subtitles

Ten, nine, eight...

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

It's go time.

Yay-OK, you got the letters for Santa?

I do, but uh, one question.

Why so many?

One prezzie per letter.

Monkeys, although the sheer volume of your letters

is impressive,

you know getting gifts is not the true meaning of Christmas.

'Tis better to give than to receive.

For a second there I thought you said

it was better to give stuff than to get stuff.

You poor silly robot.

Let us explain what Christmas is really about.

Christmas is all about me!

No, me! It's about me!

Me, me, me!

Enough!

Let's just agree to disagree.

Sure thing, just point us towards the prezzie-packing

Santa man.

Children? What? What are they doing here?

Nobody wants these!

Why don't you two get in line.

I will take care of this mess.

Better call in the reinforcements.

Uh, we're going to need your deluxe robo-clean package.

Ho ho ho, you've been a very good boy this year.

Now, put your letter in Santa's sack

and I'll make sure you'll get everything you asked for.

Thank you, Santa.

Beat it, pre-school.

Santa-dude, how's it hanging?

Looking good. Have you gained weight?

Is that a new beard?

I saw those pics on space book... Me likey!

Yeah, me likey... You saw that we liked them, right?

Enough with the chit chat.

Here are our letters.

All caps, in bold and underlined,

so you don't miss any prezzies.

Ho-hold on there-

This would go a lot faster if you

just gave us our prezzies and didn't talk.

Have you two been good little monkeys?

Well, I mean, we've been monkeys...

Yeah, is that bad?

Oh, they're the rocket monkeys!

No prezzies!

What?!

The naughty list doesn't lie!

Naughty...naughty... Ah, right here.

Gus and Wally.

All caps, in bold and underlined!

Next!

But there's gotta be something we can do, Papa Christmas,

St. Knickers, ol' Santy, ol' pal?

Some kinda Christmas loophole?

Please?!

just one signature vouching that you've done something nice

before the midnight bells chime,

then you might

find a prezzie under your tree.

Woo hoo! Prezzie under the tree!

One prezzie? That's it?

Don't push your luck, monkey.

Twinkles!

Signatures cannot include clones, forgeries,

duped relatives, I.E. Your mother,

known affiliates, i.e. Your robot,

or either of you signing your own names

assuming either of you have the ability to sign your own names.

Offer ends at midnight. One entry per applicant.

No purchase necessary. Void where prohibited by law.

Listen, Sprinkles. It's Twinkles.

Right, Tinkles.

This whole thing sounds like an awful lot of work.

Why don't you be a pal and sign this letter for us...

Scram! Get outta here!

Take a walk!

You too, blondie!

And take your letters with ya!

So what do I do with these, huh?

I mean it's not like Santa's going to answer them now.

Not like those other letters in his sack,

filled with sweet, sweet Christmas dreams

destined to be answered.

That's it! All we need to do is "borrow" Santa's letters.

Then we can find out what everyone's wishing for

and make their Christmas dreams come true.

That would make us super-nice.

And we'll get a ton of signatures.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm not sure stealing from Santa

puts you in the "nice" category.

Christmas is no time for your Scroogey robo-logic.

We're talking no prezzies!

My, haven't you been a good little Chimpsky.

What can I bring you this year?

Uh, listen, I'd like some Hawaiian shirts,

monitor polish, a little color would be nice.

More lines... a doctorate degree-

Ho ho ho there boss, don't mind us.

Just loading up the sleigh

with these here letters.

That's enough, Wally.

Let "operation get a signature and prove we're nice" begin.

Grab a letter and let's make a Christmas wish come true.

Ha! This one wants a tricycle.

Pfft, so predictable.

This one's sticky... And not the good kind.

This one wants intergalactic peace.

Loser.

Ooh, this one sounds promising.

"all I want is to get off my infernal asteroid prison...

also a pony. Signed, Nefarious."

We can totally make that happen.

I'm Santa, he's Claus.

We got your wish letter!

Have you been a good little squid?

Of course not!

I've been banished to this prison asteroid

for being a super villain!

And you two are not Santa!

Ok, you got us. Yup, jig is up.

Way to go, good for you. Jig is up. Jig was down, now it's up.

So I guess that means you don't want your escape rocket?

Yes, yes, I want my present!

Thank you, Santa!

And Claus.

Why is my Christmas present beeping?

It kind of sounds more like a torp--Ah!

Christmas wish granted!

You're free! No more prison asteroid!

Now would you mind signing this document saying we're nice?

That'd be mighty merry of you.

Are you monkey-crazy?!

You just blew up my asteroid.

The answer is no signature!

And I hope you have a terrible Christmas.

Go away!

Henchbot! Reassemble this asteroid.

No can do. I'm on a date.

Don't worry, sweet blips. Yay-Ok's got it covered.

Okay, stop poking me.

I said stop poking me!

Time to make someone else's Christmas dreams come true!

Wally, next letter!

We only have one letter left!

The rest blew up when we were being nice to nefarious.

Sweet! It's from Lord Peel.

Oh! Peelio loves us.

What's it say?

"All I want for Christmas is the rocket monkeys..."

We totally got this one.

Christmas!

I don't know why I even bother.

I never get what I want! Never!

And you'd think by talking out loud

someone would hear me but no!

Merry Christmas!

Your Christmas wish has been granted.

Just like your letter said, "All I want is the rocket monkeys..."

Come get us!

Seriously? You think I wrote that?

Well, I'm no hand-writing expert,

but it kinda has a banana smell to it.

Oh. Just like you, man.

Did you read the other side?

"All I want for Christmas is the rocket monkeys...

Destroyed!" I wrote "destroyed".

All caps. In bold. Underlined. With a frowny face emoticon.

As in I wish you two never existed!

Gone! Vamoose! Sayonara.

Let me elaborate. Can I get a seasonal drumbeat?

Go away!

So just to clarify...

I wish you never existed!

I assume you're going to take care of this mess?

I'd hate to have to call my lawyer.

I'm already on it.

Do you think... just maybe...

We really are naughty monkeys?

It doesn't matter, Wally. We're rocket monkeys!

Nothing can keep us down.

But we won't get any prezzies.

Right.

No prezzies!

It can't be true.

Our old pal Peelio wishes we didn't exist!

Maybe he didn't mean it.

Yello?

I definitely meant it!

I wish you never existed!

That's it. Nobody wants us around.

Banana man's right. We may as well not exist!

There's nothing like a depressing Christmas song

to advance the story.

Yeah, thanks, Yay-OK.

Season's greetings, my clueless little consumers!

I couldn't help but overhear the Christmas boo-hoos.

Well, Barnabus Briggs has just the fix.

How about a happy holey sock?

Used jingle-breath mints?

Three wise guys? Another holey sock?

A half a yard stick?

Some corn on the cob, only without the corn,

and just part of the cob?

Maybe some squishy, squishy soil?

How about a can full of worms?

Everyone thinks we're naughty.

We don't deserve any prezzies.

Unless you've got something that makes it so we never existed.

Of course I do!

You've crashed into the right emporium.

It's an Eraso machine.

It lets you teleport into another dimension

where you never existed.

"Really?", the robot says skeptically.

How does it work?

The magic of Christmas!

...Plus two double a batteries, not included.

We'll take it,

mainly because I want to prove to you monkeys

how wrong Lord Peel is.

He may say he wants you gone,

but without his rocket monkeys,

I know he would be super miserable.

It'll prove he still loves us? Guaranteed!

Yes, yes, very inspiring.

That'll be...

Every snigget you have!

'Tis better to give than receive!

Why does everyone keep saying that?

Okay, get ready to be appreciated.

Let's see - it says here in the instruction manual

all we have to do is press the red blinky button.

At least that's one thing we know how to do.

Okay. Here. Let me do that.

Look! We're all ghosty.

I'm a ghost...

Ow!

Focus, monkeys. Time is running out!

Now, according to the eraso machine's clock...

we have arrived at the precise moment when you first

popped out of Lord Peel's desk drawer and into his life.

That's a good-lookin' head...

Yum-yum-yummily-dummily- dummily, am I right?

Gentlemens, remember -

You do not exist in this dimension.

We are just here to observe Mr. Peel's sadness.

I may be working Christmas eve,

but I've never been happier!

Hmm... I'll just slowly open this drawer

and hope that nothing extremely annoying pops out

to ruin the rest of my life.

Well, he's obviously referring to something else.

You wait!

He's going to be devastated when he opens that drawer

and doesn't meet his favorite monkeys.

Great disappointment should be registering...

Now! Ah!

I'm rich!

Rich beyond my wildest dreams!

Uh, sometimes, actually,

it takes time for great disappointment to kick in -

Years, sometimes.

Perhaps if we jump a little ahead in the future.

Happy Christmas, father,

for this is truly the bestest season!

Here, here, son of mine! Here, here.

Wow, he just uh, keeps getting happier there, wow.

But I'll bet, you know what, deep, deep, deep down,

he secretly misses his monkeys.

Horrible monkeys! I hate those furry things!

That doesn't seem very Christmasy.

All right, new theory - Maybe in this dimension,

"hate" means "love."

I don't know - I'm running out of ideas here.

I'm throwing things against the wall.

I have no idea.

This is terrible.

It's almost midnight, and if Peel is this happy without us...

That means we really are as naughty as everyone says!

And that means no one will sign our nice letter!

And that definitely means NO CHRISTMAS PREZZIES!

Okay, so maybe Lord Peel doesn't miss you.

Maybe he sort of, kind of hates you.

I mean, you have spent a lot of time chewing on his head.

But we want him to like us!

At least enough to sign this stupid letter.

I know what would cheer you up -

a visit with alternative dimension Dr. Chimpsky!

You know he loves his monkeys... sort of.

You're right, Yay-OK! He's miserable without us.

Yay!

I'm overcome with emotion.

I'd like to thank you so much for this award

for stopping the rocket monkey space program.

I mean, monkeys -

in space!

Terrible, huh?

Chimpsky-dance! Ch-ch-chimpsky style!

Chimpsky dropping down hard on the freezing cold tile -

Chimpsky's way more fun without us.

And way hairier! It's not supposed to grow there.

Don't give up, monkeys!

I definitely know one person who would be much sadder

if you didn't exist...

Your monkey mama!

Faster, Nicholas!

I feel so unencumbered and free!

Ho, ho, ho!

Perhaps I made a terrible mistake.

It seems like you two aren't missed at all.

Nobody cares! No one likes you!

I have let you down.

But you never let us down. I'm feeling very let down.

Why would you do this to us?!

I didn't mean to!

I thought surely someone - Wait!

Rocket monkeys, do not despair.

I have just thought of one more loyal friend

whose life would be less without his rocket monkeys.

So where's this loyal friend whose life would be

less without his rocket monkeys?

That loyal friend is me!

Behold my miserable life without my rocket monkeys!

What might have been...

Where are my monkeys?!

There, you see?

He can't live without his monkeys!

I must have my monkeys!

No cranberry sauce?!

What?

Food stuffs are scarce in this dimension.

A bot needs protein... apparently.

It's difficult, you know, gentlemens.

Don't judge me.

Take us back to our regular dimension!

Yeah, at least we were happy when we were miserable!

It's all over, bro.

No signature saying we're nice.

We really do belong on Santa's naughty list.

Rocket monkeys!

Jolly man in red sleigh, straight ahead!

What the ho?!

Whoever's responsible for this

is on my super-naughty list... forever!

Wait - Rocket monkeys?

You don't have to say it. We know we're naughty.

Might as well take us to Christmas prison -

Or no-present land.

Or you-get-nothing forever town...

Take a duck, stick it inside a turkey,

wrap it in a chicken...

and then leave it to rot!

We're monsters!

That's it - the midnight bells.

It's all over.

Everyone's better off without us!

It sure looks that way, bro.

Ahem. Excuse me.

I couldn't help but overhear you say

everyone's better off without you.

It's true. Are you kidding me?

Over the years,

you've given us so much business!

It's true!

Without your destructive behavior to clean up after,

we'd never have put all 15

of our little bots through college!

Fifteen!

I guess I was wrong about you two boys.

True, you're terribly naughty.

But technically, you have made someone's life better...

Even if you didn't mean to.

I'll sign the letter myself.

Does this mean we're on the nice list?!

Ooh... You were serious?

One step at a time, boys.

For now you're on the "just-OK" list.

And does that mean - You may pick one present.

How about this one?

No, this one. No way, this one's better.

No, this one's better than that one. This is the best one!

This one gives when you sit on it!

This one's better than that one even...

It's perfect.

You used your one gift

to get this for me!

Oh monkeys, I am touched!

You know what, maybe you really have learned something

about the true meaning of Christmas.

It is better to give than to receive.

You're right, ro-bro.

So get with the givin'!

Okay, so you didn't learn anything.

But you're still my monkeys,

so here's a special treat for a Christmas feast...

Peelio tur-ducken!

BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!

No!

Ten, nine, eight--

Ah, Rocket Monkeys!

Ladies, gentlemen,

and weird, unidentifiable alien space blobs:

may I present to you a shiny new monument

to GASI's fiercest and featheriest hero...

General Cluck!

Whee!

Buffet time!

Say what you will about Wally, he knows how to park.

Hey Gus, check out the crack on that butt!

Ah!

Quick, everyone to the butt fallout shelter!

Ahh!

So much pain!

Never has this reporter seen such disrespect

to our heroic General Cluck.

Let's watch it again as the Rocket Monkeys

smash into the General's statue.

Shocking!

Does shocking mean hilarious?

Yep.

Oh yes, Rocket Monkeys, laugh all you want.

But I do not think that Dr. Chimpsky

found it so hilarious.

It's no big monkey whoop.

It's not like he got hurt real bad.

Yeah, everyone knows that butts

are the softest part of the statue.

Wrong again, Rocket Monkeys!

Why is it that wherever you two go,

disaster follows?

Any thoughts on that?

Luck? Skill?

Incredible hand-eye coordination? Cyborg feet.

I have a wonderful eye for detail

- did I say that already?

Enough!

General Cluck is very angry!

Earlier today, he tore a strip off me.

Look. Here's the strip!

Who's this General Cluck guy anyway?

You don't know who General Cluck is?

He single-handedly fought off

the invading army of Kabazanga!

Whoa!

They say his stare is as powerful as a punch.

And his punch is as wise as a thousand owls.

Wow! Okay!

His scars have scars

and his scar's scars have even cooler scars.

Awesome, that's awesome! Are you kidding me?

That's so cool! Unbelievable!

No! Not cool.

He's terrifying!

And he ordered me to give you the following message:

"Rocket Monkeys, you are to immediately fix my butt."

Monkeys! It is not funny!

This is super-duper serious.

But Doctor Chimpsky said butt.

Classic comedy.

We're contractually obligated to laugh

when someone says butt...

Or poop... Or nipple...

Or geranium... Or gentle palming.

Or Uranus. Good one!

Enough! This is serious.

No more laughing at the B-word.

I need that... "Statue-part" fixed.

No ifs ands or buts!

Just go to the cargo hold... please.

Wow!

Listen up! You must take this...

Statue-part...

to the Solar System of Sassafras for repairs.

General Cluck will be personally supervising this mission.

Good luck, Rocket Monkeys. You're going to need it.

Chimpsky out!

Rocket Monkeys! Incoming general!

Attention!

I am your supreme commander,

General Cluck!

I did not expect that!

Silence!

I demand seriousness!

You must excuse my monkeys.

It's just your Generalness

has a highly unusual voice.

And your eyes are all, how do they call that, googly.

Googly?

My eyes are straight I say!

Rocket Monkeys, I don't care how hilarious he sounds,

you must stop with the 'hee-hee' and the 'ha-ha'.

It's not right.

Fine.

Monkey soldiers,

there seems to be an odor coming from the cheek area.

Is my butt stinky?

And where did this smudge come from?

Why is my butt so dirty?

Stop it!

Starting now I expect nothing less

than serious, steadfast soldiers.

Now get to work! You're on dirty butt duty!

Yeah, that's not really our thing.

Get brushing, or I'll sic my scars on you!

Come on, get in there!

Don't be afraid to go deep!

I wanna see my face in that butt!

What is so funny?

Just every word you've said so far.

General Cluck, sir.

We are about to enter the Solar System of Sassafras.

Come on, men! Prepare for butt transfer.

I've got my eyes on you two!

Ooh, that's kinda creepy.

Okay monkeys, now's our chance to shine!

Let's show General Cluck his butt is in good hands!

Monkeys, focus!

Commence butt unloading!

Easy monkeys...

slow and steady wins the butt race...

Open the butt hole!

Butt hole!

Just pull the red lever.

Excellent, monkeys!

Uncharacteristically good job!

Ooh!

So red...

So blinky...

So pressy...

Do not press that button!

You mean this one?

Monkeys! You have kicked the butt!

Kicked the butt!

No monkeys! This is very, very bad!

If General Cluck finds out-

Finds out about what?

Finds out that we have everything

under control, really.

No butt mishaps, clear sailing,

no situations, uh...

General Cluck, wondering...

I need a little advice on proper bed-making techniques!

Do you prefer the rigidness of hospital corners

or the more relaxed hotel corners?

Excellent question.

The secret is all in the wrist.

It's pull then tuck, pull then tuck...

Get that butt back or you'll be kicked out of GASI!

Code two! I repeat, code two!

We have a rogue butt in sector seven.

All units proceed with extreme caution!

Look!

Teacher says that if you see a flying butt

and you make a wish on it, your wish will come true.

Recess is over...

Never mind!

It worked!

That butt's close, Wally.

I can smell it!

Sorry Gus, I dropped my pen!

Sorry Gus, I dropped my pen!

I'm picking up butt signals!

After that butt!

And that my robo-soldier

is the classic Cluck tuck.

Shall I demonstrate it for you again?

You know what, 18 times is enough.

I think I got it.

Erratic flying? That's not military procedure.

Shoot it down! Blow it to pieces!

Smash that butt! Split those cheeks!

Butt blast it!

Oh, hey Yay-Ok. How's the general?

Oh, good! He's uh, he's resting...

I was just thinking that, to the untrained eye...

it may seem that...

You are destroying the butt!

And your point is?

Do not destroy the butt!

Fine. Sheesh!

Oh great Chicken Butt in the sky,

grant my wish and come to life.

And on that day,

the Alien Child's second wish came true.

And for no explicable reason,

the statue of a chicken butt came to life.

Seriously?

That's what happens in this story?

You know what, I'm glad I'm not in it much!

That butt has a mind of its own!

Good thing the General isn't here to see this.

Cluck-a-doodle-do! What's happened to my butt?

It's alive.

How's that even possible?

In all my years I have never seen

a butt do these things!

You monkeys are fired!

Wait, before you fire my monkeys

there is something I need to say.

These monkeys may be totally useless

at completing the basic of tasks.

They may be completely unqualified

to operate heavy machinery, let alone a rocket ship.

They may not know anythings about anythings at all,

but if there's one things

that these gentlemens know

- it is butts!

That is true.

Of our limited knowledge, it's mostly butts.

Let them save yours.

Fine. Just do it!

Get my GASI butt back!

Wally! Think fast!

What does a giant butt love more

than anything in the whole Universe?

Cashmere undies? Nope.

Sitting on a dryer? Nope.

Squattin' in a river? Nope.

Back-to-back hug with a much taller man?

Wrongo!

More than anything a butt likes...

Of course!

Right this way!

Get your butt in gear! Complimentary towelettes!

We've already warmed the seats with our cheeks!

Butt don't feel good...

We did it! We did it!

Ladies, gentlemen.

It is my pleasure to unveil - again -

GASI's monument to General Cluck!

I've never looked better!

I wish my butt could clap like that.

Mine can.

Yay-Ok! Where are you?

Yay-Ok!

Yay-Ok?

Where are you?

Yay-Ok!

I can't see you with my eyes!

A robot's work is never really ever done.

I need you to send this gift of love

to my sugar-sweetums Monkevil.

She's currently vacationing

at GASI's maximum security prison.

Fancy-shmancy.

This "gift of love" as you call it is a...

Hack saw, jail keys and explosives.

She asks, she gets.

You cannot just send escape tools

to a criminal in jail.

That would be... well, criminal.

You're right!

I should be sending something more personal.

Good call.

Whoa!

Here we go. This one's super personal.

You might say this prezzie

came from deep within me.

She's a monkey. She'll love it.

Fine, I'll send it!

But just to get rid of the stench.

In case you were wondering, It was poop.

Monkevil loves me...

Monkevil loves me not... She loves me!

She loves me not...

She loves me! I knew it!

What the poopy-doopy?

I asked for escape tools.

What you sent was... I...I...I...can't even...

Is that prison lingo for "You wuv me"?

I wuv oo too.

Leave me alone!

You disgusting, rancid, flea-ridden,

poo-flinging little monkey!

Oh, go on.

Oh yeah! Still got it.

I did it! I'm a perfectly wrapped prezzie-wezzie

for my monkey-wunky evilly-wevilly.

Wally, sit down.

I've got devastating news

that will change your life forever.

Can I stand up instead?

Wait, I changed my mind. Sit it is.

Wow, that's not as comfortable as I thought.

I'm actually gonna stand up again...

My legs are sore, I'm gonna sit...

I'll stand for part of it and if it goes really long,

then I'll sit down part way through...

Are you finished? I'm gonna sit actually.

Okay... I'll stand.

Enough!

I just spoke to Monkevil.

She said she loves me!

Let me show you...

Look at these pie charts.

Monkevil clearly loves me more than you.

Admit it, bro. Pies don't lie.

I don't believe it!

Believe it, broken-hearted brosky,

cuz I'm gonna keep saying it throughout the entire montage.

She loves me more! She loves me more!

She loves me more.

She loves me more. She loves me more.

What is, "She loves me more".

Loves Gus more!

She can't quit me!

She loves me more!

She loves Gus more,

and that's the way it is.

It's time for some hilarious revenge!

Oh dearest brother of mine,

you are wanted on the television-phone.

It's Monkevil. Ooh-la-la.

Kissy-kissy, mouthy-mouthy lips.

So jealous.

See, she knows the monkey she wants.

Sorry, Wal, affairs of the heart

are like a wafting wind,

filled with the farts of dismay.

Dogs may squat,

but the heart is always a bird...

Eww!

I'm here my love-patty!

Hello my Gussy-wussy-mussy-

fussy-tussy- whushy-etc, etc.

You don't sound like Monkevil.

I don't? Uh...

Oh right, Poopy-doopy!

There it is!

What can I do for you, my little love waffle?

Well, I just go all love crazy when a monkey

hits himself in the face with a frying pan!

What true lady wouldn't.

Ow! Oh! Ow!

Love is painful. Ow!

Harder.

Now I have a gifty-wifty for you.

It's a clown wig.

I wuv a monkey who isn't afraid to look like an idiot.

Poopy-doopy.

Anything for you my love...

Anything?

Anything!

Turns out, Monkevil likes a guy with butt antlers.

She's a bit of a hipster.

Okay, whatever. Who's judging.

Gus, you dumb-dumb, Monkevil didn't ask you

to do any of that stuff.

It was me. Check it out.

Well I just go all love-crazy

when a monkey hits himself in the face with a frying pan...

Sure thing... Ow!

Anything for you... Ow! Hey!

Wait a monkey minute... Ow!

You're... Ow! Wally!

You owe me an apology!

No way.

You're the one who started it, Mr. She-loves-me-more.

You apologize. Never!

From now on... You're not my brother!

No!

Whatever.

I don't need stupid ol' Gus!

Even if he says I'm not his bro anymore

that doesn't bother me one little bit.

Okay... wait for it... it's coming...

There it is!

I want my brother back!

Gus!

Hey, Doc! Wanna be my new bro?

You know, somebody to toss the poop with.

Or at. Whaddaya say?

I'm flattered, but I'd rather

tweezer out all my ingrown back hair.

Chimpsky out.

Yoo-hoo! This is for you, Gus.

I just want to say I'm really sorry

for tricking you before

even though it was totally hilarious

and you deserved it.

Think nothing of it, perfect stranger

whom I've never seen before in my life.

Gus, it's me! Wally.

Best bros forever.

We shared a sandwich that one time.

We know the same mom?

I have eyes. You have eyes.

Sorry, I'm afraid I don't know who you are.

My brother's right... here.

That's a mop.

What, you got something against cleaning supplies?

Don't listen to him, Mop-Wally.

Let's fun-out like no two brothers

ever funned-out before!

I didn't even know we had a mop.

Oh! Sharing a pie with my mop-bro.

This is what fake memories are made of.

Gus used to smear pizza on my face!

Oh Mop-Wally!

That was the slap-happiest,

super funniest joke ever!

What's so funny?

Excuse me, this is private.

It's a super-funny joke only for bros...

Which you are not.

Listen here, fake bro, you keep your moppy hands

off my Gus or I'm gonna give you such a...

How am I supposed to win against that guy?

I'm going to have to use my brains.

And I really don't like doing that!

Chimps! Lost again!

I kinda miss being better than Wally at stuff.

There you are, best brother ever...

And no, I'm not talking to you, ex-bro Gus,

I'm talking to my new real super fun times brother...

Sock-Gus.

Sure, it gives me nightmares but I love it anyway.

Jealous much?

We'll just see who has more new-bro fun!

What's that moppy-bro?

Tell me another of your hilarious jokes.

Ha, good one!

What's that, Sock-Gus?

Classic!

I kinda miss my Gussy.

Sorry sock, you're just not as much fun as my real bro.

Argh, why did I have to pretend to be Monkevil?

Wait! That's it!

I know how to get Gus back.

But I'm going to need your help.

I admit it, you're smarter than Wally,

but you're still just a mop.

Which really limits our relationship.

"Hello Gary." I mean "Gus.

I have come here with the following message."

Monkevil gestures grandly.

"Wally says he is sorry.

If you truly love me, you will forgive him."

Right, and I'm supposed to believe you're Monkevil.

I'm no mop, but just how stupid do you think I am?

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on Wally.

Fool me the next 22 times... still shame on Wally.

Fool me 27 times - buy me a sandwich!

How did you get Monkevil out of prison?

Just a little help from a friend.

All right, prisoner 6843,

present and accounted for-

Wait a minute! Imposter!

Monkevil's escaped!

Fool me 82 times -

and the 83rd time I will be wise to you!

I know you're really Wally!

That pigtail doesn't fool anyone!

Get that hair off! Come on!

Get your monkey paws off me!

Back to jail with you, Monkevil.

Your sock-buddy spilled the beans!

Never trust a sock!

Wait! Don't take him!

It was just a joke. That's not really Monkevil!

That's my bro, Wally.

No! Don't go!

Wally. I love you, man.

You do? Of course, I do.

You're the best bro a monkey could ever...

Wait! That was actually Monkevil?

I'll get you for this!

Come back here! I'll destroy you!

What's that?

You two are hilarious!

People walk by and they see a sock and a mop,

they go 'ooo, a sock and a mop?'

They should check you two out!

Hilarious!