Bonnie: So, you say your wife was a writer.
Adrian Monk: Yeah, she was a columnist for the Examiner. She died four years ago. She was murdered.
Bonnie: Oh, dear. What's the world coming to?
Adrian Monk: I don't know, ma'am. I ask myself that every day. This- This was from from her appointment book. See, this was her last entry. I always thought that 530 Kelly Street was an address, but then this morning... It hit me. It's a name Kelly Street.
Bonnie: Well, her real name's Katrina. I was the first one to call her Kelly.
Adrian Monk: Right. And-And the 530 is not a house number. It means half past 5:00, of course. So Trudy must have been planning to meet your sister on that day. Something about a Mr. Simon. You see? Who Who is that? Is that a friend of the family?
Bonnie: Mr. Simon was her dog.
Adrian Monk: Dog?
Bonnie: When Mr. Simon passed away and died, Kelly couldn't bear to bury him, so she had him stuffed. Some people found it peculiar Your wife was probably writing a little story about her.
Adrian Monk: Um, do you mind if I touch him?
Bonnie: Oh, of course.
Adrian Monk: Taxidermy always fascinated me. [dog barks]
Bonnie: What are you doing? That- That's not Mr. Simon, silly billy. That's the Colonel.