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A Little Monkey Magic

Act One

A whimsical musical journey to the early days of cartoon animation, featuring Jiminy, the ever-inquisitive, always impulsive, and incredibly funny organ grinder’s monkey, and his three animator friends at the Carousel Cartoon Company of Chicago.

It was 1934 during the very worst days of the Great Depression, and, unfortunately, the Carousel Cartoon Company of Chicago was forced to close. The three animators who had operated the company decided to store the nearly half-million ink drawings on transparent celluloid that they had created by hand in the safes of Vermont’s Old Stone Mountain Life Insurance Company. By saving these cels (as they were called), they hoped to someday begin re-animating cartoons, particularly their favorite character, Jiminy, the mischievous organ grinder’s monkey. Jiminy who so loved playing tricks and making people laugh.

Even though he was now in fragments and thousands of pieces, Jiminy’s unique anima kept doing his cartoon antics. His special monkey magic had not died.

Filled with catchy tunes, laughter, and a dash of monkey mischief, this musical tale will have everyone dancing to the rhythm of courage, friendship, and a little bit of monkey magic.

A musical story in three acts.

Song List for Act One

· Jiminy – King of Cartoon Comedy

· Magic of India Ink Lines

· I’m Still Me!

· Through the Keyhole

· My Love, Lillian

· Whispers of Wonder

~Act One runs 41 minutes, 51 seconds

2025 Spring Songfest

This is a collection of songs from several stories that we have recently shared on Appaloosa Radio. Enjoy the 2025 Spring Songfest.

Selections include:

· Shadows and Silhouettes

· Whimsey Lullaby

· Weight of Goodbye

· Middle-Aged Hippie

· Coyote

· 25 is Too Slow

· Jar of Sand

· My Love is a Sonnet

· Strong Enough

· Barefoot Morning

· Grandma’s Rules

· Warm Hearts and Calloused Hands

· Beer, Cigarettes, and Stress --- My Life is a Mess

25 is too slow

By Eureka Wallace

Sign says 25,

that's a snail in disguise.

I'm a rocket on wheels,

not a cloud in my skies.

Got dreams in the trunk.

Ambitions on my dash.

Speedometer screaming, gotta move fast .

25 too slow.

Can't cage my flow.

Road's a canvas, that I paint.

Gotta let it show.

Gotta let it show.

Gotta let it show.

Wheels spinning symphonies,

heartbeats in tow

Ain't no limit when you got places to go

Ain't no limit when you got places to go

Ain't no limit when you got places to go

Regarding a Murder

Part 4 of 4

By Stan Morgan

Private Investigator

A True Story

A private investigator revisits an old murder, one that impacted him directly when he was a child.

“It was November 18, 1947. I had just turned eight and was in the Third Grade at Wayside Elementary School in the southern edge of Bakersfield.

Every day, my younger brother and I walked the three-quarters of a mile from our house in the Southgate area to the school. To avoid walking along the busy Casa Loma Highway, we crossed the irrigation canal on a narrow cement bridge, a hundred yards south of the Highway. It was near there that the grisly event occurred.

A kindergartener, a five-year-old girl was murdered the night before, battered innumerable times, the radio said, with a hammer. Every time the radio re-told the story, a new set of shivers would go up and down my spine. I was afraid, pee-in your-pants afraid.

To make matters even more fearful, she was murdered in our pretend ‘pirate’s cave’ just steps from the concrete bridge across the irrigation canal which we used everyday on our way to school.

We had played in it often, sometimes spending all day there.”

This is a true story using original source materials which may be graphic in their content. Listeners are encouraged to use discretion.

Regarding a Murder

Part 3 of 4

By Stan Morgan

Private Investigator

A True Story

A private investigator revisits an old murder, one that impacted him directly when he was a child.

“It was November 18, 1947. I had just turned eight and was in the Third Grade at Wayside Elementary School in the southern edge of Bakersfield.

Every day, my younger brother and I walked the three-quarters of a mile from our house in the Southgate area to the school. To avoid walking along the busy Casa Loma Highway, we crossed the irrigation canal on a narrow cement bridge, a hundred yards south of the Highway. It was near there that the grisly event occurred.

A kindergartener, a five-year-old girl was murdered the night before, battered innumerable times, the radio said, with a hammer. Every time the radio re-told the story, a new set of shivers would go up and down my spine. I was afraid, pee-in your-pants afraid.

To make matters even more fearful, she was murdered in our pretend ‘pirate’s cave’ just steps from the concrete bridge across the irrigation canal which we used everyday on our way to school.

We had played in it often, sometimes spending all day there.”

This is a true story using original source materials which may be graphic in their content. Listeners are encouraged to use discretion.

Regarding a Murder

Part 2 of 4

By Stan Morgan

Private Investigator

A True Story

A private investigator revisits an old murder, one that impacted him directly when he was a child.

“It was November 18, 1947. I had just turned eight and was in the Third Grade at Wayside Elementary School in the southern edge of Bakersfield.

Every day, my younger brother and I walked the three-quarters of a mile from our house in the Southgate area to the school. To avoid walking along the busy Casa Loma Highway, we crossed the irrigation canal on a narrow cement bridge, a hundred yards south of the Highway. It was near there that the grisly event occurred.

A kindergartener, a five-year-old girl was murdered the night before, battered innumerable times, the radio said, with a hammer. Every time the radio re-told the story, a new set of shivers would go up and down my spine. I was afraid, pee-in your-pants afraid.

To make matters even more fearful, she was murdered in our pretend ‘pirate’s cave’ just steps from the concrete bridge across the irrigation canal which we used everyday on our way to school.

We had played in it often, sometimes spending all day there.”

This is a true story using original source materials which may be graphic in their content. Listeners are encouraged to use discretion.

Regarding a Murder

By Stan Morgan

Private Investigator

A True Story

A private investigator revisits an old murder, one that impacted him directly when he was a child.

“It was November 18, 1947. I had just turned eight and was in the Third Grade at Wayside Elementary School in the southern edge of Bakersfield.

Every day, my younger brother and I walked the three-quarters of a mile from our house in the Southgate area to the school. To avoid walking along the busy Casa Loma Highway, we crossed the irrigation canal on a narrow cement bridge, a hundred yards south of the Highway. It was near there that the grisly event occurred.

A kindergartener, a five-year-old girl was murdered the night before, battered innumerable times, the radio said, with a hammer. Every time the radio re-told the story, a new set of shivers would go up and down my spine. I was afraid, pee-in your-pants afraid.

To make matters even more fearful, she was murdered in our pretend ‘pirate’s cave’ just steps from the concrete bridge across the irrigation canal which we used everyday on our way to school.

We had played in it often, sometimes spending all day there.”

This is a true story using original source materials which may be graphic in their content. Listeners are encouraged to use discretion.

Science Fiction

Indefinite longevity. Lengthening human life spans to millennia instead of decades. The firm had been working for years and had finally achieved a major breakthrough. However, its founder had other, more sinister plans.

This story was originally published in the anthology, The Moving Finger Writes...