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

“Oh, my little monkeys! Time to get ready for bed!” Mama shouted, over the squeals of her daughters’ play.

With only a slight fuss, Mama rounded up all three 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.

“All nice and clean and happy, from head to toe!” declared Mama. “You little monkeys go and play now. I’m going to be busy enjoying a nice glass of red for a bit, so play nice.”

“Let’s play dolls,” suggested Barbie.

“Yes!” agreed Rosie.

“I’ll play with the blocks,” decided Poppy.

As soon as they had gotten out all their toys, Mama came into the bedroom. “What?! Why are you girls just sitting around with dolls and blocks? You little monkeys need to be doing something much more energetic. I just know you have heaps and mountains of wiggles in you, so get them all out now, before you climb into bed with Mama!”

“Yes, Mama,” said the remaining triplets.

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

The little monkeys jumped and hopped and bounced and giggled, working ever so many wiggles and squirms out of their little bodies. In the middle of a particularly big bout of giggles, Poppy laughed hard enough to have a tiny accident.

“Oh no! I gotta go potty!” she cried.

She clapped a hand over her tiny slit, and jumped off the bed, heading for the bathroom, but she wasn’t looking out for all the toys they’d left out, so she landed on some dolls, and tumbled across the floor! As she tumbled, her free hand jammed down on the old wooden blocks she had been playing with, so she landed with a loud OUCH!

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

Mama carefully scooped up the naked preschooler and carried her to the kitchen table. Poppy held up her finger with a tear, looking at the ouchie when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on some sexy lingerie and nylon stockings and some earrings and a necklace 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 happy to see you, doctor,” said Mama. “I hope you aren’t too troubled to come over so often! Oh, but you must come and check on little Poppy! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and hurt her finger!”

“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 a splinter in her finger. She is alive, but I’m afraid I don’t have any tweezers with me, so I can’t pull it out just now.”

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

The doctor shrugged 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 energetically worked a hand between her legs up her lingerie, and used her other hand to pinch her nipples.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “With that done, I feel that I should warn you once again, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Oh, doctor! I would just be so lost without your help!” declared Mama, with undeniable passion. “It seems like every time you come over, my life as a mother just gets so much easier! I can never thank you enough!”

Doctor Menta said, “Yes, yes, Miss Simian. I’m just doing my job. Well, good night.” Then he hefted Poppy over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her negligee and removed her makeup and nylons and jewelry.

“Such a wonderful doctor,” sighed Mama. “Ah, girls! Time for a story, then we’ll go off to sleep.”

“Let’s read this one,” requested Barbie, holding up a book.

“Sandy the Savory Snowgirl,” read Mama from the title. “Oh, how adorable! But, I never quite understood the mother in this one; she had loads of daughters, so why only make one snowgirl?”

After reading the book, the two little monkeys snuggled close to Mama and then they drifted off to sleep.