Chapter 1

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_BED TIME STORIES_

Jacko and Jumpo Kinkytail

(THE FUNNY MONKEY BOYS)

BY

HOWARD R. GARIS

Author of "SAMMIE AND SUSIE LITTLETAIL," "THE UNCLE WIGGILY SERIES," "THE DADDY SERIES," "CIRCUS ANIMAL STORIES," "THE ISLAND BOYS," ETC.

_ILLUSTRATED BY LOUIS WISA_

A. L. BURT COMPANY Publishers · · · · New York

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HOWARD R. GARIS' BED TIME ANIMAL STORIES

No. 1. SAMMIE AND SUSIE LITTLETAIL No. 2. JOHNNIE AND BILLIE BUSHYTAIL No. 3. LULU, ALICE AND JIMMIE WIBBLE-WOBBLE No. 5. JACKIE AND PEETIE BOW WOW No. 7. BUDDY AND BRIGHTEYES PIGG No. 9. JOIE, TOMMIE AND KITTIE KAT No. 10. CHARLIE AND ARABELLA CHICK No. 14. NEDDIE AND BECKIE STUBTAIL No. 16. BULLY AND BAWLY NO-TAIL No. 20. NANNIE AND BILLIE WAGTAIL No. 28. JOLLIE AND JILLIE LONGTAIL No. 30. JACKO AND JUMPO KINKYTAIL No. 32. CURLEY AND FLOPPY TWISTYTAIL

UNCLE WIGGILY BED TIME STORIES

No. 4. UNCLE WIGGILY'S ADVENTURES No. 6. UNCLE WIGGILY'S TRAVELS No. 8. UNCLE WIGGILY'S FORTUNE No. 11. UNCLE WIGGILY'S AUTOMOBILE No. 19. UNCLE WIGGILY AT THE SEASHORE No. 21. UNCLE WIGGILY'S AIRSHIP No. 27. UNCLE WIGGILY IN THE COUNTRY No. 29. UNCLE WIGGILY IN THE WOODS No. 31. UNCLE WIGGILY ON THE FARM

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Copyright, 1917, by R. F. Fenno & Company

JACKO AND JUMPO KINKYTAIL

CONTENTS

STORY PAGE

I The Kinkytails Go To School 9

II Jumpo and the Cocoanut 16

III The Kinkytails Make a Pudding 23

IV Jacko and the Peanuts 29

V Jumpo and the Ice Cream 36

VI Jacko and the Paper Bag 42

VII Jumpo and the Green Parrot 48

VIII The Kinkytails and the Bear 55

IX The Kinkytails at Hide and Seek 62

X Jumpo and Uncle Wiggily 68

XI Jumpo and Susie Littletail 74

XII Jacko and the Little Mouse 81

XIII Papa Kinkytail and Mr. Gander 88

XIV Jumpo and the Chestnut Burr 95

XV Jacko and the Roast Chestnuts 102

XVI The Kinkytails Make Money 108

XVII The Kinkytails Spend Money 114

XVIII Jumpo and Jacko in the Auto 120

XIX Jumpo and the Roast Marshmallows 126

XX Jacko and the Busy Bee 133

XXI Jacko and the Grape Vine 139

XXII Jacko Does Some Tricks 146

XXIII Jumpo and the Paper Cup 153

XXIV The Kinkytails Blow Bubbles 160

XXV Jacko and the Paper Chain 167

XXVI The Kinkytails and the Cricket 174

XXVII The Kinkytails and the Doll's House 180

XXVIII Jacko and the Train of Cars 187

XXIX Jumpo and His Airship 194

XXX Jumpo and the Talcum Powder 200

XXXI How Jacko Washed the Dishes 207

JACKO AND JUMPO KINKYTAIL

STORY I

THE KINKYTAILS GO TO SCHOOL

Once upon a time, not so very many years ago, there were two little monkey boys who lived with their papa and mamma off in the woods in a funny house at the top of a tall tree. These little monkeys were the cutest and most cunning chaps you would want to see, even if you went in an airship to the circus.

I have already told you something about one of them--a red monkey--who traveled with Uncle Wiggily Longears, when the old gentleman rabbit was going about, seeking his fortune. Well, this red monkey's name was Jacko Kinkytail; and his tail, as were the tails of all his family, was all twisted up in kinks. That's how Jacko got his last name--Kinkytail. His brother's name was Jumpo, and Jumpo was colored green. The reason for that was this:

Once Jumpo's mamma bought him a green balloon at the circus. Jumpo was a little baby then, and he didn't know any better than to try to eat the green balloon. Perhaps he thought it was candy. At any rate, before his mamma saw him he had chewed nearly half of the balloon, and he soon turned a pretty green color like the leaves on the trees. Oh! his mamma and papa felt dreadful about it, and they did everything they could to get the color out of the little monkey, but they couldn't, and green he stayed.

"But it doesn't much matter," said Jumpo's papa, "for as long as Jacko is red I think it is nice to have his brother colored green. They look so odd and queer when they go out walking together."

"Oh, but think of having one's children red and green, like some flag," cried Mamma Kinkytail. However, it couldn't be helped, so now I'll tell you some stories of Jacko and Jumpo.

One morning when the two little monkey boys were eating their breakfast in the funny house up in a tree, they suddenly heard a bell ringing.

"Ding dong! Dong ding! Ding-ding! Dong-dong!" rang the bell.

"My! I wonder what that can be?" exclaimed Jumpo, as he finished eating some toasted peanuts with cocoanut on.

"Perhaps it's a fire," suggested Jacko, as he looked to see if any of his red color had come off on his napkin, but it hadn't, I am glad to say.

"Oh, if it's a fire, let's run and see it!" cried Jumpo, getting out of his chair. "Maybe they'll let us squirt some water on the blaze."

"Silly monkey chaps!" cried Mamma Kinkytail, as she laughed at them, "that is not a fire bell, that is the school bell, for school starts to-day, and you must hurry or you will be late."

"Oh, dear! School!" cried Jacko, making a funny face.

"Oh, me! Oh, my!" said Jumpo. "Have we got to go to school?"

"To be sure," answered their mamma. "Vacation and play time is over, and you must be at your lessons. Hurry now, there go Sammie and Susie Littletail, and Sammie has on a new suit."

"Yes, and there go the Bushytail brothers," added Jumpo as he saw two squirrel boys hurrying past while the school bell rang louder and louder.

"Oh, come on, let's go. We'll have some fun!" cried Jacko, and before you knew it he was hanging by his tail from the front door bell knob, and the next moment he had scrambled down the tree trunk and was running after the squirrels and rabbits.

"You've forgotten your books!" called his mamma.

"Never mind, I'll take them," said Jumpo, kindly, so, picking up his own books and those of his brother, he wound his long tail about them, and down he scrambled from the little house in the tree, and soon he, too, was running to school, while the bell went on ringing.

"Ding-dong! Dong-ding!"

Now the school where the monkeys, and all the other animal children studied, was a hollow stump in the woods, and a wise old owl bird was the teacher. Soon all the pupils were in the room, and the teacher told them how glad she was to see them back, and she said she hoped they had all had nice vacations.

"And I have quite a treat for you," went on the teacher. "Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit, who has just returned from seeking his fortune all over the world, is going to tell you a story this afternoon, if you all have your lessons this morning. Now we will have the class in spelling. Jacko Kinkytail, please spell me the word dog."

"I don't like to," said Jacko, waving his tail to and fro, bashful like.

"Why not?" asked the owl teacher, surprised like.

"I'm afraid if I spell the word a dog might come in through the window and bite us."

"Nonsense!" exclaimed the teacher. "Jumpo, you spell dog."

"D-o-g," spelled Jumpo, as nicely as could be.

"Very good," said the teacher. "Now, Jacko, you see no dog came in at all, so you may go to the blackboard, Jumpo, and write the word dog."

Now Jumpo was a very mischievous little monkey--that is, he was always doing something funny, and it was not always right and proper, either. I forgot to tell you this at first, so I put it in here.

When Jumpo went to the blackboard he took a piece of chalk in one paw, and, very nicely indeed, he wrote the word "dog." And then he did what wasn't exactly right. With his long tail, which was almost like another hand for him, he took a second piece of chalk, and, while he was once more writing the word "dog," he drew a funny picture of an elephant standing on his head. He did this with the chalk in his tail, and when the other pupils saw the queer picture they laughed right out loud in school. "Ha! ha!"

"Why, Jumpo!" exclaimed the teacher, sorrowful like. "I am surprised at you! You are here to learn, and not to make funny pictures. There is time enough at recess for that. I shall have to ask you to stay in after school. Go to your seat."

Well, Jumpo felt badly. He hadn't meant to make trouble, but you see he didn't think. All the rest of the morning he sat in his seat, feeling sorry, and he didn't want to stay in after school, but he knew he had to. And then something happened.

All of a sudden, just as Susie Littletail, the rabbit girl, was reciting in the number class, and telling how many lollypops two apples and two pears made, a lean, hungry wolf looked in at the schoolroom window, and growled:

"Oh, ho! What a fine meal I see before me! I'll eat you all, even the owl teacher!"

Oh, my! How frightened every one was. That is, all but Jumpo Kinkytail. Up he leaped and rushed to the blackboard. Then, using his two front paws and his tail, he drew with the chalk a big picture of a man shooting a bang-bang gun.

"Look at that, Mr. Wolf!" cried Jumpo, and when the wolf saw the picture of the man with the gun he thought it was real, and wolf was so afraid he would be shot that he ran off as fast as he could go, and he didn't eat anybody for nearly two weeks.

"Oh, Jumpo!" exclaimed the owl teacher after she had gotten over being frightened. "We can't thank you enough. I forgive you for being bad in the spelling class, and you needn't stay in after school. But please be good after this." So Jumpo said he would.

But I'm sorry to say he soon forgot, and did more mischief. I'll tell you about it in the next story which will be about Jumpo Kinkytail and the cocoanut--that is, if the chocolate cake doesn't fall off the table and splash all over the lemon pie when it makes its bow to the spoon holder.

STORY II

JUMPO AND THE COCOANUT

Uncle Wiggily Longears, the old gentleman rabbit, couldn't go to the owl teacher's school and tell the children about his travels on the day he had promised to do so. It was because his rheumatism was very bad, so the pupils, including Jacko and Jumpo Kinkytail, the red and green monkeys, were allowed to play a game instead of hearing a story.

"Perhaps Uncle Wiggily will come tomorrow," said the teacher. And that is what the rabbit did, and he told how he had traveled many miles, and had had dozens and dozens of adventures, of which I have told you in the stories before this one. He also told how Jacko Kinkytail had been with him part of the time.

"Oh, my, I wish I had been along," said Sammie Littletail to Jacko after school was over.

"Yes, indeed, so do I," said Billy No-Tail, the frog, as he looked at his grandfather's tall hat which he was wearing, to see if it had any holes in the top; but it hadn't.

"Oh, I had lots of fun," said Jacko, the red monkey, "but I would have had more if my brother Jumpo, or some of you boys, had been with me. Uncle Wiggily was very nice."

"Come on, let's have a game of ball," suggested Jumpo, the green monkey. So the boy animals put their books on the grass, and they had a little ball game on their way home from school.

It was a fine game, too. Once when Billie Wagtail, the goat boy, knocked the ball away up in the air with his horns, Jumpo Kinkytail climbed up a tree, and, hanging to the top branch only by his tail, he reached up and caught the ball before it got to the ground.

"Fine! Fine!" cried all the other animal players as Jumpo came down.

Well, after the game was over, the boy animals started for home, and on the way a bad fox jumped out of the bushes and tried to grab the red monkey. But Jumpo, his green brother, made such a funny face, like an orange and a lemon twisted into an apple pie, with a stick of peppermint candy stuck through the middle, that the fox had to laugh, and of course when he laughed he couldn't chase the red and green monkeys, so they got safely home.

"You must be careful after this," said their mamma when Jacko and Jumpo had told her of the fox. "I will have your father speak to the policeman about it when he comes home from the hand organ factory where he works. And now you monkey boys please go out and cut some wood for me, for I must get supper. Then you can study your lessons. Hurry now, Jacko and Jumpo."

"What are we going to have for supper, mamma?" asked Jumpo.

"Well, for one thing, I am going to make a cocoanut cake," said the mamma monkey.

"Oh, goody!" cried Jacko and Jumpo as they danced around in the kitchen and hugged each other with their long tails. "That will be fine!"

"Come, now, get in the wood for the fire!" cried their mamma, so down the tall tree they scrambled, and soon they were gathering up sticks in their four paws and their tails also.

"I guess I've got my share," said Jumpo at last. "I'm going in and study my lessons." So into the house he went, while Jacko went looking for hickory nuts. But Jumpo couldn't do much studying. He was thinking too much about the cocoanut cake that was to be for supper.

"I guess I'll just go into the kitchen and take a look at the cocoanut, to make sure it's there," said the little green monkey after a while. So, laying aside his spelling-book, Jumpo went to the kitchen. Mrs. Kinkytail wasn't there just then, having gone down cellar after some butter. But the cocoanut was on the table in its brown shell, all ready to be broken open and the white meat inside put in the cake.

"Oh, what an exceedingly large and fine cocoanut!" exclaimed Jumpo, speaking very correctly as he had been taught in school. "I will just lift it to see how heavy it is."

Now, Jumpo's mamma had told him never to meddle with the things in the kitchen, when she was baking, for once he had mixed the sugar and salt, and everything tasted dreadfully. But you see he forgot what his mamma had said, and almost before he knew what he was doing he had picked up the cocoanut.

"I'll just shake it, to see if there is any milk inside," he said, and he held it up to his ear, and wiggled it to and fro. Surely enough there was plenty of the milky white juice inside, and Jumpo could hear it splashing around.

"Oh, this is fine!" he cried as he shook the cocoanut harder than before, and then--alas and alack-a-day! The first thing he knew the cocoanut had slipped from his paws.

Down upon the floor it fell, away it rolled, and before Jumpo could stop it that cocoanut had fallen out of the kitchen door of the little house in the tree, right down to the ground below.

"Oh, I must get it before mamma comes back!" exclaimed the green monkey. Quickly he scrambled down the tree, winding his tail around the lowest branch and leaping to the ground. But the cocoanut was nowhere to be seen.

"I wonder if Jacko could have taken it to play a joke on me?" thought Jumpo. Then he looked over toward the bushes, and he saw something moving, and there was the cocoanut rolling along, faster than ever.

"My! It must be going down hill!" cried Jumpo, as he sprang after it. Well, the cocoanut kept on going. Once Jumpo almost had it in his left paw, but the cocoanut hit a stone and bounded away from him. Then he almost had it in his right foot, but the cocoanut went splash into a little brook of water and the green monkey couldn't see it. Then it rolled out and he managed to get his tail around the nut, but it was so slippery that it got away from him--the cocoanut got away, not Jumpo's tail, you understand. No, that stayed fast on the monkey boy.

"Oh, I guess we won't have any cocoanut cake for supper to-night," thought the little green fellow. "I wish I had stayed out of the kitchen, as mamma told me. But I'm not going to give up yet. I'll get that cocoanut if it's possible!" So he ran on, faster than ever, but the cocoanut rolled quicker and quicker. It was now getting late, and Jumpo didn't know what to do. He could still see the cocoanut ahead of him, but he couldn't catch up to it.

"Oh, whatever shall I do?" he cried. And just then he saw something like a big red hole, with rows of sharp white teeth in it. At first he thought it was his red brother Jacko, but when he looked again he saw that it was the skillery-scalery alligator.

"Oh, I'm just waiting for you," said the 'gator with his mouth open real wide.

"Oh, dear!" cried Jumpo, "this comes of not minding one's mother. The cocoanut is gone and I'll soon be gone, too," for he surely thought the alligator would get him.

In fact the alligator was just going to eat up the little green monkey when the skillery-scalery creature gave his tail a big flop. Then something round and brown sailed up into the air, came down ker-bunk, right on the end of the 'gator's nose, and bounded off.

"Oh, my! Some one is shooting cannon balls at me!" cried the 'gator. "I never can stand cannon balls." So away he went, as fast as he could, taking his double-jointed tail with him. And listen, as the telephone girl says, it wasn't a cannon ball at all, that had hit the 'gator, it was the lost cocoanut.

Jumpo caught it as it came down, after the 'gator had accidentally tossed it into the air with his tail, and then the green monkey hurried home with it as fast as he could hurry, and so he had cocoanut cake for supper after all.

Of course, Jumpo's mamma scolded him a little for what he had done, and he said he was sorry, so she forgave him. And the monkeys had more adventures. I'll tell you of one soon, and the next story will be about the Kinkytails making a pudding--that is, if the elephant in the picture-book doesn't take the baby's rattle-box and beat the drum with it.

STORY III

THE KINKYTAILS MAKE A PUDDING

It happened, once upon a time, that Jacko and Jumpo Kinkytail, the red and green monkey boys, didn't have to go to school. This was because it was Saturday, when there was no school; so now I've told you the true reason.

"What shall we do?" asked Jumpo of his brother, as he wound the end of his long tail around a tree branch and swung head downward while he ate an apple as easily as you can shell a peanut.

"Do you want to play Indian and let me shoot you with my make-believe gun?" asked Jacko, the red monkey.

"No, indeed! Thank you just the same," replied his green brother as he unhooked his tail from the tree and stood on his head, getting ready to turn a somersault. "The last time you shot at me while we were playing Indian, you didn't remember that you had a cork in your pop-gun, and it hit me on the end of the nose. I haven't forgotten that."

"I'm very sorry," spoke Jacko. "Then I'll tell you what let's do. We'll go off in the woods, and maybe we can find the old monkey who has five hand organs, one of which he plays with his tail. Perhaps he'll let us play one."

"Fine!" cried Jumpo, so off they started for the woods.

Well, they looked and they looked some more, but they couldn't find the monkey who had five hand organs, and pretty soon those two boys went back home.

But when Jacko and Jumpo got to the little house in the tree, their mamma wasn't there. Instead she had left a note on a plate of bread and jam for them. The note said:

"Dear Jacko and Jumpo. I have gone to call on Aunt Lettie, the old lady goat. I will be back in time to get your supper."

"Well!" said Jumpo, winding his tail around the leg of a chair, before he sat down in it. "I hope she does come back in time for supper, for I am hungry. However, she left some bread and jam for us. Let's eat that."

"She is the best mamma in all the world," said Jacko, as he took some of the bread and jam, "and I think we ought to do something for her."

"What could we do?" asked Jumpo.

"Why, we could get something ready for supper, so she won't have to work so hard when she comes in. Let's make a cake."

"No, let's make a pudding," suggested Jumpo. "A pudding is ever so much easier, and besides it will be done quicker, and we can taste it to see if it's good."

"Fine!" cried Jacko, "we'll make a pudding. But how do you do it?"

"It is easy," said his brother. "You take some milk and some sugar and some eggs and cocoanut, and things like that, and mix them up in a pan. Then you bake it in the oven."

"What, the pan or the pudding?" Jacko wanted to know.

"Both, I guess," answered Jumpo. "Anyhow I know mamma puts the pudding in the pan, and then she puts both of them in the oven, so she must bake both."

"Then we'll do it that way," decided Jacko. "Now here are some eggs, and we can get the milk and sugar and other things. But, hold on, Jumpo; do you put the eggs in just as they are, with the shells on, or do you break them?"

"I don't know," spoke the green monkey, as he looked at his tail to see if it had any hard knots in it, but it hadn't.

"Then we can't make a pudding if you don't know," said Jacko, disappointed like.

"Oh, yes, we can, easily," went on his brother. "We can put in some eggs without the shells, and some with the shells on."

"The very thing," cried Jacko. "I never would have thought of that. You are very clever, Jumpo." So the two monkey boys took a pan, and into it they broke some eggs, throwing the shells away, and into the pan they also put some whole eggs with the shells on.

"Now for the milk," said Jumpo.

"Should we use sweet milk or sour milk?" asked his brother.

"There you go again!" exclaimed Jumpo. "You are always asking questions to puzzle me. What do you think--sweet or sour milk?"

"Both!" cried Jacko, "then we'll be sure to be right."

"Of course!" agreed Jumpo; so into the pan they put some sweet and also some sour milk.

"Now for some sugar and some raisins and grated cocoanut and the pudding will be done!" called Jacko. So they put those things in the pan and stirred them up with a big spoon.

"Now, should we bake this pudding in the oven or on top of the stove in a frying pan?" asked Jacko.

"Oh, there you go again!" cried Jumpo. "Asking more puzzling questions! Let's do both."

"We can't," decided his brother.

"Well, then, we'll fry this pudding in a pan on top of the stove, as mamma does an omelet," said Jumpo. "It looks like an omelet, anyhow." So into the frying pan they poured their pudding, set it on the stove, and soon it began to cook.

"Now when it's brown on one side, I'll turn it over with the pancake turner," said Jumpo, "and cook the other side."