The Monkeys You Ordered

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We’re locked in little cages, like dogs.

We’re locked in little cages, like dogs.

Hello, 911? There’s a tiny man with a tiny piano in my bedroom.

Hello, 911? There’s a tiny man with a tiny piano in my bedroom.

There’s nowhere to sit. All the spots are taken by rhinoceroses.

There’s nowhere to sit. All the spots are taken by rhinoceroses.

Time for your humungous shot.

Time for your humungous shot.

These old people are mugging us!

These old people are mugging us!

And here’s the room with the big sandbox.

And here’s the room with the big sandbox.

Are you here to rescue me?

Are you here to rescue me?

My reflection is Abe Lincoln.

My reflection is Abe Lincoln.

Why are there people watching football in my therapy session!?

Why are there people watching football in my therapy session!?

I’m half man, half snail.

I’m half man, half snail.