A/N: This is a random, pointless attempt at humor. I try to keep a writing journal sometimes, and one night, I was drawing a blank for ideas, so I asked my friend to give me an idea for something to write about. His reply: "There are monkeys on the moon."

So, I wrote this.

There Are Monkeys On the Moon

“So, how does it feel to be the, what, tenth or twentieth human on the moon?” Bob asked with a grin.

“Ah, shut up,” Fred answered. "Just because-" Suddenly, he stopped mid-sentence and (moon)walked a few paces away, apparently examining something on the moon-surface ground.

“What is it, Fred?” Bob asked, puzzled.

“Well-“ Fred began slowly, “If I didn’t know better- well, I’d- this…” he turned around and faced Bob with a strange expression on his face (or at least as near as Bob could tell through the astronaut helmet). “Bob, is there any possible way a banana peel could be on the moon?”

“What?!” Bob tried to run over, but thought better of it when he nearly launched himself into orbit. “Good lord, it IS a banana peel!”

Back at Mission Control

“Houston, they found Muffy.”

“Kill them.”

Back on the moon

“How in the fifteen names of my Aunt Gertrude did our return ship BLOW UP?!” Bob screamed in the aftermath of the explosion.

“How in – wait, your Aunt Gertrude had fifteen names? Whoa, freaky dude – how in whatever an I supposed to know?”

Suddenly, they heard a noise behind them. They turned to one another and exchanged a long look.

“I’m not turning around,” Bob said flatly. So Fred did, very slowly.

Behind them was an army of monkeys.

“Don’t turn around,” Fred advised.

“Advice noted and taken.”

“For the record, the chimp with the nametag reading ‘Muffy’ is coming towards us.”

Bob turned a very interesting shade of gray-green.

“Human ship blow up? Take Muffy ship. Muffy not need.”

“Really,?” Fred said, quite calmly, ignoring the choking sounds coming from Bob’s direction after deciding CPR was impossible on the moon. “Thank you very much Muffy.”

“Oh, no problem,” Muffy answered.

So Fred dragged the now-unconcious Bob in the direction that Muffy the talking chimp, and apparent leader of the rebel monkey forces, had indicated.

“Well,” he reflected aloud to himself, months after having made it safely back to Earth. “That was different.”