Dad had a conference in Las Vegas, so Monkey and I decided to go with him, so he wouldn't be lonely. It did mean having to cram ourselves into his carry-on though, as the university had neglected to buy tickets for us. It wouldn't have been so bad if Monkey didn't have such strong banana-breath all the time.
I had some trouble buckling my seat belt in the plane.
Monkey's opposable thumbs helped him fasten his safety belt properly. Afterwards he was able to help me fasten mine better.
Finally, after almost a whole day of travelling we arrived at our new temporary home, the big bed on the left.
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