The Monkey: a furball of evil, complete with clanging cymbals. Amazing little clockwork monkey, found in a closet. Aren't dolls scary anyway? The way they seem to stare at you from across the room? For whom the bell tolls. Isn't that a neat way to describe fear and foreboding? We were made for each other, Hal. A couple of real good buddies. And who's dead,Hal,is it you? Read this story! You won't regret it! After all, what could happen between a boy and his pet monkey?