Flying Monkeys Page #2

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Hi, little guy. It's okay.

Oh. Incredible, right?

My gosh.

Hey, what do you say

we have a cookout tonight?

I've got plans with Jason.

Oh, okay.

Shall I monkey-sit?

Um, you know what?

I can tell him another night.

No, forget it.

You don't have to do that.

No, I... I wanna

spend time with you.

I mean...

We have a monkey now.

We do have a monkey.

All right. Well, why don't you

tell Jason to come over here,

and we'll all have a cookout.

Okay, sounds good.

All right.

Now, can't be

in a cage anymore.

Come here.

Oh. Oh, my gosh.

Hmm?

Should I bring the cage?

Um, no. I don't want him

ever in the cage again.

Okay. So what's his name?

His name is Skippy.

Skippy?

Yeah.

Okay. Well, I don't think you're

gonna get any arguments from Skippy.

Oh.

Aw, I think

he likes me.

I think I likes you.

Whoop!

Whoa! Little dude!

So what's your dad gonna

do next time he misses

a critical moment in your life?

Buy you a tiger?

Come on. Did he even

say he was sorry?

Um, like, 10 times.

I mean, look what he got me.

I didn't know

buy-me-a-monkey sorry

was an acceptable

form of apology.

Yeah. I don't know.

I mean, he's trying.

Gotta give him that.

He's my dad, you know?

I guess.

You sure he doesn't have

any diseases or anything?

Yeah. I think he

just is scared of you.

He doesn't really like my dad either.

Oh.

And not a big fan of people.

I think he just likes you.

Maybe he just likes girls.

Speaking of girls...

Chill out, okay?

Come on.

Dinner's almost ready.

Lame!

This was supposed

to be our night.

It still is.

We never have any

time alone together.

If it's not your dad,

it's Sonya.

If it's not Sonya, it's somebody

else, or something else.

Now you got a monkey. How am

I gonna compete with that?

It's always

something with you.

You act like spending

time with my family

is the worst thing

in the world.

What family?

I'm sorry.

Look, I'm on lack of sex,

like ajunkie is

on withdrawals.

Okay? I'm going crazy.

I don't like this.

It's not fun.

You should wanna spend time

with me to spend time with me.

Not because you

wanna get in my pants.

All right, whatever.

Have fun with your old man

and your stupid-ass monkey.

Jason!

Hey, thanks for dinner.

And the monkey.

Oh. You're welcome.

Um, I'm gonna make him

a bed in the guest room.

Sounds good. Hey, Joan...

If Jason can't see how awesome you

are, he's probably not worth it.

Okay. Thanks, Dad.

Mmm-hmm.

Hey, Skippy.

Look what I got you.

This is your new bed.

No more cages, okay?

Yeah, you like it?

All right. Good night.

Oh, Jason.

You know, the thought of your dad

coming back is kind of freaking me out.

I told you.

He's on duty all night.

Well, what if he

comes home early?

He'll shoot you.

Way to boost my confidence.

It's not your confidence

that I'm trying to boost.

Oh, yeah.

Mmm.

Did you hear that?

No.

Nothing.

Oh.

Jason!

I don't think

that's such a good idea.

Let me go in there.

Let me see her.

Sheriff, please. Jeff!

Let me see my daughter!

Jeff, please.

Who the hell are you?

Who we are doesn't matter.

Why we're here does.

If you work for the

government or Greenpeace,

some other crap like that,

you best realize that

every man in this camp

is fully armed

and ready to fire.

You've lost men in the night.

Mysteriously ripped to shreds.

And what little was left of

'em you found the next day?

Am I right?

How did you know that?

I also know that you recently

caught a specific monkey,

and you sold it.

There are only two of 'em

left in the world,

and the other one is nearby.

What's that got to do with us?

It's what's been

killing your men.

Monkey couldn't

do that to a man.

That's not a monkey.

It's called a Xigo.

Something different.

Something evil.

They look like monkeys, yes.

But at night, they change into

something completely different.

Demons.

Demons?

"Demons," he says.

That's great.

Our family has been hunting

this demon for centuries.

I get paid to deliver animals.

Including those monkeys.

That contract is canceled.

We are prepared to hire you

and your men to track for us.

Or what?

Or the next poacher

they'll go for is you.

You just bought yourself

a tracking team.

Hey, little guy.

Let's get some breakfast.

Ooh, did I leave

the window open?

Come, little guy.

So you don't like nuts.

You don't eat fruit.

What do you eat?

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

God, are you okay?

What? What happened?

Jason.

What?

And Chasity.

What about Jason?

You don't know.

They're dead.

They found them

together in her house.

What? How do you know this?

The whole town knows.

Everybody knows.

No. No.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, honey.

I need to call my dad.

Good morning, Mr. Palma.

Hey, Dorothy.

What do you got?

Hutchinson called.

He wanted to know if you could

push your 1:
00 to 3:45.

In the morning,

he needs a revision

on the blueprints

you sent yesterday.

Oh, and your

daughter called.

She said she tried to

reach you on your cell.

Uh, okay. Thank you.

Baby?

Dad.

Sorry. Come here. Come here.

Come here. Come here.

Oh, God.

Come here.

This stuff isn't

supposed to happen.

Not in Gale.

Well, some bad stuff

happens everywhere, baby.

The Xigos were bred

by a sorcerer to be soldiers.

When killed,

they come back to life.

They duplicate.

They become two new Xigos.

When the sorcerer died,

the surviving Xigos fled.

How did you get into

the demon-killing business?

Centuries ago, the emperor

commissioned my clan

to hunt the surviving Xigos

wherever they had fled.

They must be killed

by our blessed weapons.

Otherwise,

they will duplicate.

I told you, no guns.

Yeah, and I told you, we don't

go anywhere without our guns.

We had an agreement.

I know.

Bring the guns,

but don't use 'em.

Your guns are gonna make it worse.

Much worse.

And how are we supposed

to defend ourselves?

You found and

tracked one of 'em.

I paid you to track.

Nothing more.

Our weapons were

blessed long ago.

Only our weapons will stop the Xigo.

Not create more.

No guns, Joe.

So why don't you

just bless our guns?

Ancient demons require ancient

weapons that were blessed long ago

and passed down

through our family.

Done and done.

No!

Now do you know why we didn't want

you to sell the other monkey?

He was their leader.

There's another one left.

We need to continue our hunt.

How you holding up?

I just want her back.

I'm gonna find

the son of a b*tch.

And when I do...

I won't need no

warrants or cuffs.

Sheriff, don't you think

this might be kind of early

to start treating

this like a murder?

It looked like some

kind of animal attack.

Yeah. What kind of animal?

There ain't no animals around here

that could do something like that.

This... This ain't Africa.

You know how we always

played the game, right, BB?

I need you to be

with me on this one.

It may not be straight.

Are you with me?

Yeah. I always got

your back, Sheriff.

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