Chuck vs. The Sandwich Thief (Part Deux)
This had to stop.
Chuck was reaching a point where he...well, he wasn't exactly scared to leave his hut with food, but he was looking over his shoulder every time he dared go outside with something that'd he'd even considered finding delicious.
Just the other day, he'd put together a decent picnic lunch-- sandwich (dubious island boar meat, cheese), an apple, and some potato things that weren't exactly Lays, but were probably about as close as he'd ever get on Insano Island. He'd only bent down to tie his shoe for a split second, and the next thing he knew, the furry little thief had absconded with his food.
...and then sat in a tree and ate it as he watched Chuck.
With little beady, demony monkey eyes.
So today, Chuck was being extra careful. Walking down the path with a sandwich in-hand, he looked over his shoulder every few seconds, expecting--- well, he wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting. But with his track record, the animal would probably mug him for his food next.
With a little monkey knife.
It was like having a tiny, furry version of Morgan around. No. Wait. It was exactly like having Morgan around.
Which was pretty much the only thing Chuck could think as he looked to his left and saw said monkey again, perched on a large rock.
"Oh, no," Chuck said, clutching his lunch. "I'm on to you. And no, you can't use my computer to look up porn."
Chuck was reaching a point where he...well, he wasn't exactly scared to leave his hut with food, but he was looking over his shoulder every time he dared go outside with something that'd he'd even considered finding delicious.
Just the other day, he'd put together a decent picnic lunch-- sandwich (dubious island boar meat, cheese), an apple, and some potato things that weren't exactly Lays, but were probably about as close as he'd ever get on Insano Island. He'd only bent down to tie his shoe for a split second, and the next thing he knew, the furry little thief had absconded with his food.
...and then sat in a tree and ate it as he watched Chuck.
With little beady, demony monkey eyes.
So today, Chuck was being extra careful. Walking down the path with a sandwich in-hand, he looked over his shoulder every few seconds, expecting--- well, he wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting. But with his track record, the animal would probably mug him for his food next.
With a little monkey knife.
It was like having a tiny, furry version of Morgan around. No. Wait. It was exactly like having Morgan around.
Which was pretty much the only thing Chuck could think as he looked to his left and saw said monkey again, perched on a large rock.
"Oh, no," Chuck said, clutching his lunch. "I'm on to you. And no, you can't use my computer to look up porn."