A letter from the desk of Pleepleus...

People are always asking how Zane came up with me. My name is made up... I'd like to say that I'm a descendant from great monkeys, but that's not the case. In fact, I'm not even a real monkey. Actually, if you want to get technical, I was born in China. OK, fine, I was "made" in China. So, I'm a fake monkey with a made up name, who somehow got turned into a component of a drinking game.

So, how's this for irony? Whenever you see me in the show, you shout out "PLEEPLEUS!" The first person to do that gets to make someone else drink. Usually, the person who shouts out my name drinks too. It's part of the fun. The ironic part is... I don't even have a MOUTH! Beer sounds gross, like fermented cereal, but Zane sure likes it. It gets worse...

While I've never tasted beer, I have bathed in it. The good thing is that I got to bathe with Zane (he's a good tub-mate). We were shooting an episode of Three Sheets from season two. The irony here is that he LEFT ME IN THE TUB! He actually left the country without me. He went to Munich AND Croatia without me and I was... Breathe Pleepleus... I was FED EX'd to him in Venice. Have you ever been shipping in an envelope? Not so fun. Cold. We had fun in Venice, but I never got back any sensation in my left foot.

Besides the episodes where I was being shipped, Zane has forgotten me on one more trip. In Costa Rica and Jamaica I was home, kickin' it, while a dumb fake monkey hung out with Zane. I'm not bitter. I like warm weather and the beach, but I'm not bitter... Oh, and in Gibraltar, when I was taken by a real monkey, that wasn't really me. The real monkey stole my stunt double, Bruce. He will be missed.

The more you know.

Love,

Pleepleus