The Letter

*Plinky, Wombat and mooney monkey are sitting around looking extremlly bored*

Mooney: Post.

*Post comes through the door and plinky picks it up*

Plinky: For you.

Mooney: fanks. *Mooney monkey starts reading the letter than starts crying*

Wombat: Whoa.

Mooney: Mi granni died and i mised the furnel!

Plinky: I thought you hated her

Mooney: I did

Wombat: Now listen... you really go to that funerel?

Mooney: *Sniff*

Wombat: I dunno.

Mooney: i fort yu wer gunna mak a tim mashin

Plinky: What's a Tim Machine?

Wombat : Time machine

Plinky: i can make one-- oh

Wombat: One word. Book

Plinky: What has that?--oh

Mooney: guys can you stop saying oh?

Plinky: It's a miracle!

Wombat: The Monkey speaks!

Mooney: i've been talking all my Life

Wombat: The Monkey is learning!

*Wombat And Plinky start dancing together sing ing a song about the learning monkey*

Mooney: I still don't get what you are say-- oh my god! i can talk propelly

*pause*

Wombat: What about this letter?

Plinky: What is in it?

Wombat: Let's find out. . .

Mooney: oh It's tax return

Wombat: Wow. i can almost feeling the fear, DON'T READ LETTERS OVER MY SHOULDER!
Not that one this one

Mooney: free pizza if you buy a margerita for 5 pounds? how do you do that anyway?