Whipping his ubiquitous roll of duct tape out, Mac started to fashion something. Pete watched in puzzlement for a few moments until he realized what was going on. Each monkey was being outfitted in a duct tape shirt, jacket, shorts and tie.
"I get it now, Mac!" he exclaimed. "Of course! Monkey business!"
Mac paused in the middle of his work, grumbling, to adjust his own bowtie. One of the monkeys took advantage of his momentary distraction to oook loudly and steal the toasting fork. Mac ignored the theft; he had bigger worries.
"Man, I hate wearing a monkey suit," he grumbled. "If I've gotta suffer, I want company."
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"I get it now, Mac!" he exclaimed. "Of course! Monkey business!"
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"Man, I hate wearing a monkey suit," he grumbled. "If I've gotta suffer, I want company."