No new "me" just MinkeeLALA from Seattle

Monkey:  So, what's this I hear about a new me?

DAH:  There's only one you, for me, you know.

Monkey:  You say that, then off you go to Seattle.

DAH:  CHance and I went to Seattle last week, right.

Monkey:  And where was I?

DAH:  Sitting on the little sofa in our upstairs bedroom at home.

Monkey:  And where was Chaussette de Singe?

DAH:  Sitting next to you. Listen, CHance thought about bringing you, but decided there wasn't going to be much for you to do on this trip.

Monkey:  So it was a monkey-less trip?

DAH:  Yeah. Sorry.

Monkey:  What about a new me?

DAH:  What about what?

Monkey:  You've replaced me, you traitor, you turncoat. You have a new monkey!

DAH:  Oh, you mean MinkeeLALA.

Monkey:  Minkie-la-la?

DAH:  No, MinkeeLALA. Imagine Molly Shannon doing an over-the-top imitation of Peter Sellers in that Pink Panther movie where he can't pronounce the word "monkey" intelligibly.

Monkey:  I don't know what you're talking about.

DAH:  Well, never mind.

Monkey:  Never mind your new little friend!?!? Ha!

DAH:  Jealousy doesn't become you.

Monkey:  You think you can just replace me! I won't go without a fight!

DAH:  I'm not replacing you. Just adding to the family.

Monkey:  You should talk to me! You could have asked me. How did you think I would feel? Did you even pause to think about me?

DAH:  What about Chaussette? I don't remember being consulted.

Monkey:  That's different. That was MY choice.

DAH:  That's a bit of a double standard. You get to make choices without discussion, but I'm denigrated for so doing.

Monkey:  Not at all, Mr. Fancy-talking-smarty-pants. I know what's right. I know what's fair. I know what's best. Nothing double about that.

DAH:  And what am I? Chopped liver?

Monkey:  We monkeys prefer a creamier pate.

DAH:  All about you, eh?

Monkey:  What choice do I have? I'm only me.

DAH:  True. True.

DAH is David Anthony Hance at DAHplaytime.com