> My friends tell me you have arrived but are unable to text me because you're leaning against a wall and are occasionally vomiting. Are you okay David? (Sad Face).
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> It to hot in this suit, im roastin like a pig! Nearly passed out when I got here. Got to get this costume of, pleas ok!
> No David! It was self-inflicted. I told you earlier to start making your way to the theatre, but your pointless babbling left you with little time to spare. Besides, you are due on stage in a few minutes and I must explain the rules.
> What rules?
> Firstly; please remember that my three friends will be close by at all times, and if you suddenly decide to opt out of my game, Ben will suffer the loss of his remaining thumb, and then one finger for each defiant act made thereafter; no warnings, no pleas, no bargains. You will also lose the grooms wedding ring and find your house along with its contents burnt to a crisp upon your return. Secondly, please listen carefully to the stage manager, she will be giving you vital instructions of what to do on stage... but above all there must be NO use of your 'potty-mouth' during your narration.
> Ok, but this not going to work, I don't know the monkey story!
> Don't worry David. You will only be reading from the first three pages of Millie's book. Your script has been adapted especially for your appearance today, and is intended only as a preview of tonight's show for the benefit of Millie's charity and the shows sponsors.
> So am I reading from cards or what?
> No David. I will be texting the script to you in three separate parts; you can read each part discretely from your phone while you are on stage.
> Ok but im telling you now, I'm going to mess it up!
> I'm sure that when you look into the audience at the weary faces of those terminally ill children, and see their eyes light up when Divad the monkey appears on stage, you'll realize how hopelessly insignificant your current predicament is by comparison, and you will try your hardest to not disappoint them... won't you David.
> Got no choice realy, do I.
> My friends tell me you have just been called to prepare for your appearance. Please text me before you go on stage for your script.
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> Ok am going on in 2min, need script!
> Certainly David. The next three texts will be parts 1, 2 and 3 of your script. Please remember you are speaking from a first person perspective, meaning you are Divad the monkey... oh, and 'break a leg!' (Smiley Face).
> Part One: Good morning everybody, my name is Divad, and this is how my story began. Many years ago I lived in the poorest part of the jungle with my Mother and Father. We didn't have much to eat, or new clothes to wear, and I would wish every day that we lived in the rich part of the jungle, and not have to feel so sad and hungry all the time. I used to promise my parents that when I was old enough, I would venture beyond the jungle, and return with treasure from far off lands...
> Part Two: And so the day came when I was old enough to leave the jungle and search for riches. So I packed a suitcase, kissed my parents goodbye and set off on my journey by train. It took many days, but eventually I reached the end of the jungle. And as I stood there, looking far into the distance I began to realize just how lost I was. I had no more money for train rides and no idea which way to go. Should I head towards the mountains, cross the desert or stow away on a boat and go by sea? Which way would lead me to fortune? I didn't know. I was confused, tired and hungry, so I sat under a tree and began to cry. But just then I heard a tooting noise coming from above, and when I looked up an owl suddenly swooped down from a branch, and with a big puff of smoke the owl transformed into a magical Enchantress...
> Part Three: She sat down beside me and wiped away my tears. I could see she was gentle and kind. I told her I was lost, homesick and too scared to go any further. But she smiled and said she had magical powers, and that she would grant me one wish. I didn't have to think for long, it was obvious. "I want to be as rich as a king!" I said. So she took my suitcase, whispered a few magical words, and tapped it three times with one finger. Then she handed it back to me and said that inside I would now find all I needed for my journey, including a map to a secret treasure! I asked her to what treasure, and she said that it was a map to all the gold at the end of the rainbow, and that all I had to do was follow the clues and if I was quick enough to get there before the rainbow had disappeared, I would become as rich as a king. I'm afraid that's all I can tell you for now children, you'll have to wait until this evenings show to find out what happens next. [Now stand, take a bow and walk off stage with Divad's suitcase.]
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> Ok am of stage, now what?
> Congratulations David. Apart from almost falling backwards and knocking over part of the scenery when you sat on your suitcase, my friends tell me you delivered a clear and concise narration, (Smiley Face).
> Your thugs wont let me leave back stage. Need some air!
> I'm sorry David, you'll have to wait until the audience leave and one of the representatives from Millie's charity comes to meet you back stage. I've explained that you would like to make an anonymous donation. So in preparation could you please make the cheque payable to the 'Pot of Gold' charity. One of my friends will give you a pen.
> I told you 1.5mill is too much!
> What was the name of your rare vintage sports car?
> Why?
> Ah yes, that was it; the Ferrari 340. Ben tells me you won the bid at £3.2 million four years ago. He tells me it is your pride and joy.
> What you getting at?
> What if I were able to access your ebay account and then put your prized possession up for auction. We could start the bid at £10 and whatever it sells for could be donated to another good cause. (Smiley Face).
> Ok look, I'll give 1 mill but that's it!
> But you only have one cheque, and it already has £1.5 million written on it. Ben says if it's okay with you he would like to keep his remaining thumb David.
> OK you fuck!!
> Thank you David, I can assure you that Ben, Millie's charity and all the sick children will appreciate every penny. (Smiley Face).
> Ok! You got my money. So are you going to tel me what all this is about? Whats millys book got to do with anything? So she wrote a book based on me which I havnt read, its not a crime! Who are you? & what you want from me?
> I understand your confusion and frustration David, and I intend to help you. After you have greeted the charities representative and given your donation, my friends will escort you to a nearby bar where you can loosen the costume, freshen up, have a cool drink, open your suitcase and discover some answers.
> Whats in the suitcase?
> Have you not listened to Divad's story? A few things to help you along today's journey. The representative will be with you shortly. Please text me when you're at the bar.
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