{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"The Paul Truesdell Podcast","title":"Monkeyshines & Stinker","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":581,"description":"Monkeyshines and Stinker - StoryMonkeyshines and Stinker: Door-to-Door DreamersDowntown Ocala, Florida, bustled with its usual mix of sunshine, palm-lined sidewalks, and the occasional eccentric. Among the crowd strode Monkeyshines, a dapper monkey in a crisp navy-blue business suit, polished loafers, and a snazzy tie. His trusty companion, Stinker the skunk, pranced beside him, his tail waving proudly like a banner.“Stinker, you hear about my cousins up in Georgia?” Monkeyshines adjusted his tie and scanned the street. “Broke outta that zoo last week. No plan. No finesse. Just raw monkey energy. Now they’re stuck in Atlanta, hiding in trash cans.”Stinker flicked an ear. “Oh, I heard all right. Dumb as rocks, those cousins of yours. They need jobs, Monkeyshines. Jobs and ties. But do we have time to teach them civics, business acumen, and personal grooming? No, sir, we do not. Too many people in Ocala need our services.”Monkeyshines chuckled. “True enough. Though imagine ‘em in suits, pitching Acme Financial Planners. ‘Hello, ma’am, have you considered diversifying your portfolio with this here multi-level opportunity?’ I’d pay to see that.”Stinker snorted. “You’d pay with peanuts, and you know it.”As they walked, Monkeyshines tipped his hat at a passing jogger with a golden retriever. Stinker paused, staring intently at the dog.“What are you doing, Stinker?” Monkeyshines asked.“Dog whispering,” Stinker replied, dramatically closing his eyes. “Shhh. I’m telling this fine canine he’s a very good boy. He’s listening. Watch his tail—”Before Stinker could finish, a distinct odor wafted through the air. The retriever stopped wagging, barked once, and bolted, dragging its owner down the street. Stinker looked sheepish.“Oops. That’s the problem with whispering: one false move, and it’s a stink bomb.”Monkeyshines sighed. “Your talent is undeniable, but your timing stinks, literally.”They ambled down the street, occasionally stopping to hand out glossy Acme brochures or...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/115-XsjkdwCpJ99xv-8oZ76t6jr8ScWEC5MYSKzL0ig/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS82MTUx/OWRiNTc0NTk0Y2Nk/M2VjYTliMGVhN2Zm/YTZkZi5wbmc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}