Monkey: Hey, hey, hey! Who are you? Or, maybe, WHAT are you?
A Stranger: A Stranger.
Monkey: Well, you're certainly strange. Are you a sock monkey?
A Stranger: I am souk, but no mounkee.
Monkey: Whoa. Weird accent, dude.
A Stranger: I am no dood.
Monkey: Figure of speech, buddy. Where're you from?
A Stranger: I am be veezeetor.
Monkey: A visitor? That's not a place.
A Stranger: Ees good as any odor.
Monkey: I smell you friend. Well, welcome to Bonne Chance, Too! DAH isn't around right now, if you're looking for him.
A Stranger: Not look for DAH. What ees dees "Bone Chons Two?"
Monkey: Bonne Chance was 777 Live Oak Avenue in Ukiah, where we used to live. We hated to leave that house, and all our friends, but we like it here, too. Thus, "Bonne Chance, Too!"
A Stranger: Doos you tink lightning strikes twice?
Monkey: DAH would say that lightning strikes lots of times, if you make yourself a lightning rod.
A Stranger: Lightning rod doos what?
Monkey: Makes the lightning come to you.
A Stranger: Ees you no skeered?
Monkey: Sure, calling down the lightning might be scary, but if you don't call it, you have no hope of controlling it. Me and DAH, we want to capture the lightning, ride the lightning. You know, have adventures! DAH always says, "None of us is getting out of here alive, so we might as well make the most of it."
A Stranger: Dees my home now.
Monkey: Excuse me?
A Stranger: Me like capture new oppertooniddy. Me like Bone Chons, too!
Monkey: So, OK, we have plenty of room. And DAH likes whimsical things. But you're going to need a name. "A Stranger" and "A veezeetor" don't cut it.
A Stranger: What call me den?
Monkey: We'll call you "Quizzle" 'cause you're puzzling to me.
A Stranger: "Kwizzelle?"
Monkey: No, "Quizzle."
A Stranger No More: OK, me Quizzle now at Bonne Chance, Too.
DAH is David Anthony Hance at DAHplaytime.com. Monkey is. Quizzle came out of the closet (thank you, Chris)