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A game of Bananagrams is laid out on the ground. A furry brown hand reaches out move some letters around. Someone out of the frame says, 'You could use your Q and K and spell reqwick and...'. I the next frame, the mean-looking, cross-armed monkeys look at the reader. 'Reqwick isn't a word and I don't remember asking you for help, squirrel monkey,' says the light brown one in the middle. To the right, a yellow monkey with a blue face says, 'She doesn't even look like monkey.' The one on the left says, 'Nerd.'

Marshmallow says, 'I'm a monkey squirrel, not a squirrel monkey.' The mean light brown monkey says, 'Well you're not a monkey monkey, so you can't play Bananagrams with us.' In the next frame, Marshmallow spots a group of squirrels. A dark brown one says, 'Let's go eat crabapples from the big tree in the park!' 'Yeah!' says a gray one. From across the field, Marshmallow says, 'Can I come with you?' The yellow one says, 'No monkeys allowed. Marshmallow despairs with her head down. 'Hey!' someone calls from out of the frame.

A group of squirrel monkeys sits on a branch overlooking Marshmallow. 'We're squirrel monkeys. Do you want to play with us?' Marshmallow replies, 'But I'm a monkey squirrel, not a squirrel monkey. You still want to hang out with me?' Another squirrel monkey responds, 'Of course! We are open-minded. We accept everyone. Except for those prehensile-tailed monkeys. Those guys are freaks. Then, Marshmallow is playing Applegrams with the squirrel monkeys. One of them says, 'Reqwick is a cool word!'