Narrator: One fine morning... Guard 1: I’m pretty sure her sidekick’s a monkey. Guard 2: A monkey in a superhero costume? Guard 1: Yeah! Guard 2: I don’t know, I still think it’s a hairy little kid. Granny May: (opening the driver’s door and stepping out) Are you boys ok? Guard 1: We’re fine, ma’am. Guard 2: (brushing himself off) Just a little shaken up. Granny May: What? Speak up. Don’t be shy, and… (pauses, thinking of the right word) Guard 2: Timid? Granny May: No, I’m not Tim. Just call me Granny May. Now, would you nice boys move all that money into my car? Guard 1: Oh, he’s timid.