“Everyone, stop!  Here this!”

Monkeys freeze in the hallway.

“These are the rules.  If anyone knocks heads and screams, if anyone cries, if anyone gets hurt . . . IT’S PAJAMA TIME!  Got it?”

The monkeys nod.

“Are you going to be careful?  Are you going to take care of your bodies?”  The hoard is silent as the referee’s eyes circle the hallway like a warning.  “Are you going to PLAY SAFE?”

“Yes, mom.”

“And what happens if somebody cries?”

“We have to go to bed.”

“That’s right.”  One more glare at the monkeys.  “Okay.  GAME ON!”

And they go tearing down the hall laughing like lunatics.  At least there’s the “law”…