Daddoo Monologue

Daddoo Remember growing up not knowing exactly what your dad does for a living or not being able to explain it to anyone? You just know that we live in this huge house and he always wears a suit. Well I remember that because it’s my life right now. Why is it that I can hear it over and over again what my father does for a living but I can never understand it? Am I dumb?! Or is it just a bunch of mumbo jumbo? All my friends think he’s in the mafia because he wears pin stripe and black suits and carries a firearm and also is ripped out. I’ve decided that I need to figure this out because if he’s in the mob, well that would be kind of cool and if he’s not I’ll still tell my friends he is so no one will ever mess with me. My dad’s name
Good morning!” Dad says “Anyone hungry for some breakfast?!” Mom says with a smile. “No! We’ve got some questions that we need to have answered before any pancakes are made.” Cooper says. “Yeah! Dad we know you’re in the CIA. Now tell us everything and tell us how we can get started in it with you!” I shout. “Uhhhh, well you got me. I knew you would figure this out sooner or later. Your mom and I work for the CIA and it’s completely undercover, no one knows, and no one can know. You hear me?” Dad says. “Wait! MOM is in the CIA tooooo?!! This is so cool! I wish I could tell me friends but you guys would probably have to kill me, huh?” I say. Dad smiles and laughs, “We’d have to move. We’ll never hurt you guys. You two are the reason why we’ve slowed down over the years.” “What do you mean, dad? You’re always gone “working”.” “Guys, I’ve never lied to you, I am a salesman too.” “I work for the CIA only about once a month.” “Your mom and I before you guys were doing work every week for the CIA.” Dad said. Talk about mind=blown. We were stunned, happy, and confused all at the same time. They said we couldn’t work for the CIA until we’re 18 but dad would train with us every night that he’s home and get us