“What happened to the first monkey jumping on the bed, while tragic, is in no way indicative of any wider trend. As long as we avoid his recklessness and stay away from the edge of the bed, I see no way that we can suffer a similar fate.” 

That quote was from Allen, the second monkey jumping on the bed, after his good friend, Sam, another monkey, had fallen off and bumped his head. Sam was diagnosed with a second-degree boo-boo and rushed to the downstairs couch, and is currently stabilized with an IV injection of Mother’s homemade kitchen soup. His friends continued jumping on the bed. 

Despite Allen’s insistence that Sam’s fall was a one-off accident, the three other monkeys jumping on the bed began harboring concerns and suspicions. 

“The fundamental meaning of the bed—a place free of social constraints where monkeys can jump as much as we please—is no longer as valid as we’d hoped” asserted Molly, the third of the monkeys.  

Billy, the fourth monkey, questioned how the monkeys could keep indefinitely jumping around a finite bed before falling off and bumping their heads, saying “we are all ultimately headed for the ground.” 

“That’s just the slippery slope fallacy!” Allen shouted at him. He then bumped into Louise, the fifth monkey, and fell off the bed and bumped his head. Before passing out, he uttered “this… speculation… is irresponsible… and baseless.” 

Over the next five minutes, all three remaining monkeys fell off the bed and bumped their heads, finally proving Allen wrong. 

In light of these injuries, the five little monkeys, opting for a safer way to get their jumping in, all bought pogo sticks.