This really was a funny story. I swear. I just hope I can do it justice because ... um ... it requires so much setup and explanation that I fear for its life.
OK, so here we go. There is a theory that if you put an infinite number of monkeys in a room with an infinite number of typewriters, then sooner or later the monks will type out the entire works of Shakespeare.
Well, that's the way I heard it. When I went to write up this little piece of blondeness, I found that Wikipedia heard it different: that ONE monkey, given an infinite amount of time, will almost surely type a particular chosen text, such as the complete works of William Shakespeare.
I don't like this interpretation. Neither does Wonderhubby, as evidenced by his comments in this scenario. So we're throwing that one away.
Wonderhubby: So these guys at the hardware store were talking about fourth dimension and infinite space. It was pretty whacked. I wanted to walk over there and tell them "Ya know, if you have an infinite number of monkeys ..."
Evil Wife/Mother: *snickering*
The Roo-girl: Wait. An infinite number of monkeys ... I think that's impossible, but ... um ... wait ... I know how you could get that ...
EW/M: Uh, yeah?
TRG: Yeah, I mean, there aren't really an infinite number of monkeys in the world. So the monkeys would just start pooping out other monkeys and throwing 'em over there ...
EW/M: *concerned tone* Honey, I think we need to talk.
TRG: *laughing* Mom, I know where babies come from! But we wouldn't have time to wait nine months for a new monkey, so pooping them out seemed like the best idea.
I think I need to lie down now.