Okay, so there is this huge freaken money, I'm talking sixty feet tall. And he can fly. Then there is this alien, while on a vist to earth gets left behind and desperately wants to phone home and ask dad for a ride, but doesn't speak English and cannot communicate this to anybody. He and the giant fly monkey meet up. The giant monkey doesn't speak any English either (he is from Latin America and can only speak Farsi, which doesn't make any sense, but he is a giant flying monkey after all), so they become fast friends. Even though the alien doesn't speak Farsi, somehow the giant simian explains that he too is lost and cannot find home. When the monkey was just out of high school, he worked at a phone repair shop and so knows a lot about phones and promisses to teach the alien how to use one if he will help him find his way home to the long lost island of giant flying monkeys (which just so happens to be an active volcano named Musafar). Along the way the alien gets depressed and the monkey helps him through it in some very touching scenes which are sure to become a true inspiration for addicts dreaming to some day no longer be addicts. Eventually they find Musafar, and the monkey's mother lets the alien use her phone to make a collect call home (she doesn't have a long distance service), and his dad comes to pick him up and the monkey decides to go back to their planet with them. They end up getting there late and not getting to go to bed until really late at night, and in turn sleeping in most of the next day. When they wake up they decide to go to the movies and end up hating it and asking for their money back. As the story ends they are greatful to have gotten their money back, but they muse about what a shame it is they lost those minutes of their lives, wasted watching a bit of a crappy movie. Anyone who actually read this post all the way through can probably relate.