I don’t understand the Ikea Monkey at all. I don’t understand why that coat was so little, I don’t understand how a monkey got in the store, I don’t understand how it put a coat on. Maybe I don’t want to know. Maybe there’s a darker side to the Ikea Monkey that none of us have yet realized. Maybe the Ikea Monkey was planted to distract us from what’s really going on. Something horrible.