So, the inhabitants of the dwelling where I had eaten all those scrumptious bananas found me… and they weren’t too happy. Actually they were probably more confused as to where I had come from, I tried to explain that I was a space monkey so it should only be obvious that I was from outer space, but they didnt believe me and decided that the talking monkey had to go. While they were discussing how they were going to get rid of me, i tried to sneak away but one of the children grabbed me. the little brat thought it would would be funny to wrap my head in a plastic bag… i did not find it funny but i could not escape. Since when were children so violent? i guess earth has changed since i was last here. 
Luckily my space helmet has secret oxygen vents so i didn’t suffocate, but it appears that i am currently at the will of these crazy people.
thats why those bags are specifically labeled “keep out of reach of children.”
parents these days….