The next day was full of fun and mischief for the family, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Little monkeys, it’s time for you to get ready for bed!” Mama shouted, over the squeals and shouts of her daughters’ play.

With hardly any difficulty, Mama rounded up all five of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

“Ah, my sweet little monkeys,” sighed Mama. “You go off and play as hard as you like until story time. Get good and worn out, now.”

“We can jump on the bed again!” suggested Barbie.

“Yeah!” cried her sisters.

So, all five little monkeys climbed on the bed, and started jumping up and down, from Rosie, the oldest, down to Allie, the youngest.

While they were jumping up and down so happily, Allie got rather careless, and she knocked over one of the water glasses on the nightstand. With a cry of alarm, the small girl dove after the cup to try to catch it, but alas– the delicate glass shattered as they hit the floor together with a SMASH!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Allie has fallen and hurt her hand!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked preschooler and carried her to the kitchen table. Allie sniffled and held her cut hand when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on her nicest robe and nylon stockings and an artful application of fine makeup and to brush out her hair. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“I’m so glad you’re here, I just know I can always count on you in an emergency,” purred Mama. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Allie! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and hurt her hand!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the injured girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has quite the deep cut. She is alive, but she’s lost some blood and a cut like this would certainly leave a scar.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the preschooler, Mama watched with wide eyes and baited breath, and slipped a hand between her legs inside her robe, and used her other hand to pinch her nipples.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “However, at the risk of repeating myself, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Oh, I don’t mind if you repeat yourself, doctor,” said Mama, with her robe getting rather loose. “Really, I don’t mind hearing you speak, no matter what you’re saying.”

Doctor Menta said, “Well, I certainly have no doubt of that, Miss Simian. Good night, again.” Then he hefted Allie over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her robe and removed her makeup and nylons. Having stripped naked again herself, Mama said to her daughters, “Alright, little monkeys, story time!”

“This one,” said Poppy, holding up a book.

“Sidney the Tasty Cowgirl,” read Mama from the title. “Aww, I loved this when I was little.”

After reading the book, they all snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.