A one hundred word story

(I have accepted your challenge Diane - here is a 100 word story)

The monkey sat in front of the typewriter, pounding the keys furiously. It was an antique model with a ribbon nearly worn through. Surprisingly, the machine still worked and there was some words albeit faint appearing on the paper. clickety clack. The monkey kept working away, typing, pulling the carriage back in place when the end of line was reached (which was signalled by a bell), and occasionally pausing as if to think of what should come next.
Behind the monkey, there were two men in lab coats. One of them, was a man named Shakespeare eagerly awaiting the output.