Day dreams of a kleptomaniac by choice

Where have i left my joy? that little monkey with cymbals in his hands jumping around inside my chest.
Maybe he got tired and is sleeping in the room downstairs, or a giraffe broke his cymbals, sad, sad monkey with no cymbals and nothing to do.Other times I think he was kidnapped by a band of wannabe aristocrats dressed up in their 18th century Victorian clothes, but they haven't contacted me about the ransom ( I think they would ask for my reason).
Has anybody seen a little cute monkey that answers to the name of joy?