And then the giant said, "This is not my monkey; this monkey likes to disco dance and wear a sequined tank top."
But the monkey said, "I got some style after I went to live with these fellas. They taught me how to dress and how to dance." "But I don't believe you can teach a monkey to disco dance", said the giant's wife. This made the monkey angry. You could see his cheeks getting red. "Calm down little monkey" said Raul, "Don't do the same thing here that you did at my grandmother's. It's been three weeks and she's still cleaning up. Prove it to them... Prove that you can dance."So the giant reluctantly cleared a little room on the table and Lorenzo turned on his boom box. At first he was a little shy as the giant's wife glared at him but the monkey got into a groove. Oh, how he loved Donna Summer! He showed that giant's wife that he could dance- and that he was the best dancer around. They all had to join in. They all couldn't help but dance all night long to the intoxicating sounds of "Last Dance", "On The Radio" and "She Works Hard For The Money".
Soon it was time for Lorenzo and Raul to get back to work at the diner. They wanted to take the monkey back but they knew that he belonged with the giant and his wife. "Oh, kind young men, please stay a while longer", said the giant. "We must go," said Raul, "our boss is expecting us back for the big Sunday morning rush.""Goodbye, little monkey", said Lorenzo.
"Goodbye, fellas" said the little monkey.
Then the giant, his wife and the little monkey had corndogs for dinner while they discussed enrolling the monkey in community college. And they all lived happily ever after. The End.
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it wouldn't have made sense without the corndogs
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