You see, the thing about George is that he’s just entirely too curious. He gets himself into more physical and moral dilemmas than Congress.
When a gluttonous, naive, mono-chromatically attired man decides on a whim to stop for a box of his favorite chocolates and inexplicably leaves his criminally mischievous charge unattended in the chocolate factory, all hell breaks loose. George (a monkey), having learned that people will often ignore what they can’t explain, follows a tour group into the factory and proceeds to… monkey with the equipment. Not realizing what he’s done, he attempts to gorge himself on chocolates, while inadvertently performing the factory workers’ jobs better than even they are able. The factory, having apparently paid off local Health and Safety regulators, praises George for a job well done, and proceeds to sell the dirty chocolates touched by a hairy animal who probably throws his own feces and only washes his hands as a party trick.
As a kid, I loved Curious George, and I have to admit that as an adult, I still do. I mean, sure, he’s a bit clueless, and a bit of a jerk at times, but he’s still full of heart, spunk, curiosity, and all those qualities that make children simultaneously incredibly adorable and terribly annoying.