When good monkeys go bad

I think that of all the things I have seen beneath the stairs here, the most disturbing has to be the naughty monkeys. These used to be good monkeys, but now they have fallen into bad company and are not to be trusted any more. We have to sleep with an upright piano placed in front of the cupboard under the stairs, just in case they tire of their incessant boozing and fornicating, and decide to roam the house at night, their mischief to perform…