mohawk's feature length story:X monkey

"are you sure this is such a good idea?" mohawk said. "yes. X monkey knows a lot about germs. by the way- what's that smell?" "what smell?" "a sort of smokey smell." PI ferret said. "thinking of it, i can smell something too."MR beetle said faintly. "burning." then gas rose up into the air. "get out!" mohawk pushed everyone else out- but there wasn't enough time for him. then, he disappeared. he then reappeared, in the arms of a monkey. a small monkey. "X monkey. FBI." "delighted to meet you." said mr beetle. "oh, hey, PI ferret." "how do you know him?" asked mohawk. "FBI training classes. i got a certificate-our friend got a ribbon, and X monkey got a medal, a certificate and a ribbon." "right..." said mohawk, confused. "hey, moving on-how did you save me?" mohawk hopped out of X monkey's arms. "my new technology. my invention. i call it... the teleport." "observe." a bird pooed on mohawk's head. "yuck." then it appeared on mr beetle's head. "urrgh!" then it disappeared alltogether. "see?" X monkey said. "brararrar!vo." said a dog in the background. "nice work, monkey." "X monkey." "yeah." "Z monkey."