A huge crowd gathered across the strange-looking building in 12th street. It’s only six o’clock in the morning yet the street was already swarming with people. He could hear consecutive gasps, curses and laughter as he towered behind the onlookers and eavesdroppers.
“Who would do such thing to Madame Tesdale’s teahouse?”
“Genius—whoever those people are!”
“Did she ran out of tea and decided to sell booze instead?”
“Hello Kitty goes Funky Munky, huh?”
“FUNKY MUNKY, that’s a helluva name. Isn’t that supposed to be Funky Monkey?”
Still smiling from ear to ear, his eyes caught a glimpse of the teahouse owner. There goes poor Madame Tesdale who looked like she just raided her daughter’s closet with her pink dress, platform heels, plastic bangles and banana clips. The look on her face as she saw the once cutesy teahouse turned into a funky-looking bar was priceless. She then collapsed.
Unable to contain his amusement, he let out a laugh.
“Hey… You’re the new guy, right?” a neighbor asked. “Is that paint on your face?”
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