Unfortunately for Max, the monkey wasn't done with him. It paused for a second, smiled, and started turning the handle even faster.
Max barely had time to blink before he started dancing again, even more energetically than before. He began to start grunting like an animal, and then he started to "ook" to the music.
"Ook Akk!" he cried, as he started a somersault. He was not this acrobatic as a human, and he wondered how he was doing this. As if in answer to his confusion, he noticed his hands and feet metamorphosing into those of a monkey. His knuckles were now accustomed to pounding the ground, and his feet had gained opposable toes. Could this get any worse?
Apparently, it could. He started swaying his butt as his balls hung downwards. As he danced, a long monkey tail sprouted from his back side, which he started swaying as he continued to dance. The crowd was oblivious to his panic; they thought his transformation was just part of the act.
Meanwhile, Max was starting to think like a monkey as well. He was losing himself in the dance, and his already low intelligence was going down even farther. He had to think! He wasn't some dumb ape. He tried focusing on his human life. He was Max Sitwell, a 17 year old teenager who was as shocked as anyone when he got a job at the circus. The ringmaster, "The Amazing Mesmero", aka Mr. Finnegan, had instructed him to play music for the monkey. The animal was already trained, so all he had to do was play the music box and count the profits later. So what if he forgot to feed the monkey every once in a while? He had more important things on his mind. Things like that acrobat girl, who had apparently vanished. He tried thinking of her name, but what was it? Carol? Karen? Kathleen? Katelyn, that was it. He was so embarrassed that she had saw her, and he hoped that she would get help.
He continued dancing, pulling several acrobatic tricks he didn't even know he had. His body began to adapt to his new life as a monkey. Thick brown fur covered his entire body, including his new prehensile tail. He was a little bit shorter than a normal human, but he wasn't the size of monkey, or even a chimpanzee. He had gained a dancer's muscles from his ordeal, and was flaunting his monkey physique with his energetic movements. The monkey ooked at him as it continued to play. Max hated that animal. It was so lazy that it wouldn't even dance for him sometimes (although it was probably because he wasn't feeding it). So yes, he bullied the poor helpless monkey, but he felt it was justified. Now he was learning his lesson.
He was getting so tired of dancing, and the monkey decided that he was getting bored, so he kicked up the tempo for a grand finale. As Max finished the complicated routine. He pounded his chest and screeched, "Oook Ook Ook. Ook Eeeeek!" As he shouted, his face became that of a common monkeys, his eyes turning a dull brown. The monkey stopped playing, and Max was so exhausted that he didn't even attack the trouble making primate. The crowd burst out into applause, and started to throw change at him. The little boy who had made the wish was especially generous and threw a dollar at the monkey boy. He smiled, knowing the jerk had learned his lesson. As the new anthro-monkey waited, knuckles resting on the ground, he wondered what would possibly happen next.