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POW! The yellow rocketship
thunderbolts up, a monkey's paw
at the controls. Crash monkey!
Red helmet strapped on, he picks
bugs off his fur and eats them.
Crash monkey, primate in space!
Atmosphere rolls away from the thrusted
nose cone, ignites as it dumps
past the red tail fins.
The threat of saucer alien invasion looms!
They've trained their rayguns
on monuments, capital cities, and national parks.
Crash monkey, mankind's very last hope!
Will he make it to the moon in time?
Will he end up lost, one more piece of orbital trash?
A clutching public wants to know.