A few moments after she left the fuselage of the plane, Ali found herself wandering through the terminals of SFO with little clue as to why she was there. That morning, she had awakened to the sound of fish being fried on a Geogre Foreman Grill, and thing had gone downhill from there. She got none of the fish. She was never asked to help prepare it. She wasn't even given the fat that had drained off.
And now, she was in a strange place in a strange airport, and she had no idea how to get back home. All she wanted was to crawl into her favorite spot underneath the computer, next to the printer. But since the fateful morning when she had vomitted all over the table on which these pieces of equipment had resided, she'd not been allowed back there.
What complicated matters was the use of Ninja-Be-Gone. It was everywhere in that house, and now that she had learned the ancient art of assasination, she too was being repulsed by the foul odor of the stuff. The only possible way for her to return home now was to give herself a lobotomy with the rusted ice cream scooper she had found underneath of her seat on the plane. "For use in case of emergency," was written down the side of the thing, and she knew that this was definitely an emergency.
She wandered into the first bathroom she found, carefully dodging the clumsy monkeys that milled about near the entrance. Inside, she began washing her head, scratching her dew-claw against the side of it to appease an itchy flea bite. She leapt up onto a sink and watched herself in the mirror. then she grabbed the scooper.
But as she raised it to her brow, a sudden wave of horror came over her. She had no thumbs, and therefore, could not work the machinery of the thing.
She yoweled in angst, and searched the bathroom for an assitant. She spotted a dark-skinned monkey woman with short black and curly hair. She meowed at her, waving the ice cream scoop back and forth between her two paws.
Jessica looked down at Ali, and immediately understood. She took the scoop in her deft hands and placed a palm comfortingly upon Ali's neck. And in a moment, Ali was once again able to return home.
Now, if only she could remember exactly where that was.