Cryonic Monkey

As each of the grandkids has come along I've had a chance to spend time with them.  It's great.  My interactions with them tend to be on the silly side.  They'll get enough of the serious side of life by and by.  Around age 3, give or take a bit, each of them has had a toy that took on a life of its own.  With a little help from Grandpa they became tricksters, rascals, magicians.  Am I projecting aspects of my own personality?  Maybe.

First up, Possum.  He was actually a dog toy that GK#1 took a liking to.  Goofy lookin'.  Has two different "squeakers" that can actually play simple tunes.  A penchant for pushing things off shelves and laughing.  Sang some rather amusing songs.  Ultimate fate?  A visiting dog chewed him up.

Doll Baby.  Now this one's a real stinker.  Known for making insulting raspberry noises and pretending to be a punk teenager.  This was the best one to pose caught in various sketchy activities.  Ultimate fate?  Last seen at the bottom of a toy box.  Little girls move on from dolls.  And Doll Baby remembers this affront.  Oh yes, she remembers......

And for the latest addition we have Monkey.  Oddly enough Monkey does not speak.  What he likes to do is hide places.  I've gotten quite good at distracting the small human, tucking Monkey under my shirt and getting him repositioned somewhere on the sly.  His favorite hiding place is on the of the blades of the ceiling fan.  When you turn it on he goes flying off squealing.

Now, of the three of them Monkey is easily the least villainous.  He just wants to have fun.  So I was very surprised to find him looking like this on my latest visit.

I suppose the likely explanation is that he unwisely chose to hide in the vacuum packing machine.  But maybe....

Having yourself cryogenically frozen is a very Villain move.  Various B-grade sci fi movies have used this theme.  Khan from Star Trek, Dr. Evil from Austin Powers.  I'm seeing a trend.

Is Monkey just biding his time, waiting for a chance to cause more mischief??