poor little nazi spy monkey...

Just came back from seeing Raiders of the Lost Ark at the Ziegfeld Theatre, which was awesome, but I always forget how upset I get over the death of that one-eyed Arab's little monkey sidekick.

Okay, granted the monkey was a spy, and technically a Nazi, but it clearly was nurture, not nature. A monkey raised in a hostile world of hate. A monkey that just wanted to love and be loved. Blame the man, not the monkey.

So when the monkey goes and eats that "bad date," thereby ensuring Indiana another three sequels, I always get a little sad. What did this monkey ever do to them?

Poor little Nazi spy monkey.