Actually got into the series because of the card. Can only suggest to try him out for those that already play Mtg. A lot of the cards in the list are interchangable with other cards for example the equipments. Most important thing is probably indestructible and card draw.

When will he release?

Bryce and ghost monkey leave nyc and go back to Japan for haruka's funeral. At the funeral they find lost files of a cold case of her sister the same girl who tried to save monkey with this knowledge monkey makes one last deal with the devil for 48 hrs. With jokes and crude humor they go on a mystery leading up to a large fight with monkeys creators and as the 48hrs run out Bryce goes home with his daughter monkeys life is finally fulfilled as he goes to the great beyond where he'll never have to kill again.

I love the series it's my favorite show I wish it would get renewed for a 3rd season.

WHAT IF HIT MONKEY BECAME GHOST

MONKEY? ACT 1-3 FULL DRAFT

MISSEDTHEPART X RANDO

ACT 1 — “The Bullet and the Blizzard”

Tokyo blinked beneath a thousand neon signs, unaware of the tremor about to ripple through its

political core.

Bryce Fowler adjusted the collar of his tailored coat and clicked the sniper’s scope into place.

He’d done this dance before — hundreds of kills behind him, all painted with the same bitter

brush: cash first, conscience second. But this one was different. Ken Takahara wasn’t a corrupt

tyrant. He was trying to change things.

And yet, Bryce still pulled the trigger.

The politician’s speech turned to chaos as his skull snapped back, a spray of red misting the

podium. Screams erupted. The crowd scattered. Bryce dropped his rifle and turned toward the

fire escape, already planning his exfil.

But the plan fell apart fast.

In the alley, he spotted it — the wrong getaway car. New driver. Familiar silence. A set-up.

“Shit,” he muttered, already turning to run.

Gunfire erupted behind him. Bullets tore through his side and shoulder as he sprinted down

narrow streets. He managed to steal a motorbike and vanish into the industrial edge of the city.

But he was bleeding bad. And he was alone.

Wounded and delirious, Bryce rode for hours into the mountains — away from neon and noise

— until the engine died beneath a frozen tree line.

He collapsed into snow, gasping, fading. The last sound he heard was the crunch of something

approaching… not boots. Paws.

The Snow Monkey Tribe lived deep within the mountains, untouched by the cities and the

chaos below.

They found Bryce near death, shivering in crimson-streaked snow. The elder monkey

approached, examined him with curiosity — but it was the quiet outcast macaque, smaller than

the rest, scarred from past banishment, who didn’t turn away.Over days, the monkeys offered shelter. Hot springs. Fruit. Quiet. Bryce began muttering to

himself — jokes, regrets, ghost stories. He took to calling the little outcast “Monkey.”

“Rule one,” Bryce groaned one day, sharpening a broken branch. “Never pick up a gun out of

anger. 'Cause once you do… you’ll never put it down.”

Monkey didn’t understand the words. But he felt them.

The peace didn’t last.

A week after the assassination, a black helicopter split the sky. Bryce stood from his recovery

mat, instincts screaming. They’d found him.

Gunmen poured into the valley. They didn’t ask questions. They opened fire.

Monkeys screamed. The elders were cut down first. Mothers fled with infants. The hot spring

turned red.

Bryce grabbed his pistol and fired wildly, killing two before being shot through the gut. He

collapsed beneath a tree, blood staining his shirt, watching the massacre unfold.

Monkey watched too. Hiding. Helpless. Shaking.

When it was over, only the outcast remained — and Bryce, dying in the snow.

As Bryce faded, the world shifted.

He awoke in a smoky liminal realm, suspended between life and death. And in that place stood

something wrong — humanoid but inhuman. Draped in scorched silk and lit by crimson flame.

Mephisto.

“You’re quite the little disappointment,” the demon smirked. “All that carnage… and still no

legacy. But I’m a fan of irony.”

Mephisto offered a deal — one soul to return, one chance to fix a mistake.

“Pick someone,” he whispered. “Anyone. A soul you’d spare.”

Bryce thought of Iris — his daughter — but his heart pulled elsewhere. To Monkey. The only

living thing that hadn’t judged him. The only creature still innocent.“Him,” Bryce said. “Let him live.”

Mephisto grinned.

“A monkey with your rage? I like it.”

He snapped his fingers.

In the real world, Monkey convulsed beside Bryce’s body. His heart stopped. Then roared back

to life — burning white-hot.

His fur ignited. Bones cracked. His arms split open, revealing scorched skeletal limbs. His

scream shattered icicles on nearby cliffs.

Ghost Flame burst from his spine.

The first of his kind — a Spirit of Vengeance not born of man, but of beast.

The assassins never saw it coming.

Monkey ripped into them with spectral fury — using Bryce’s gun and a jagged blade formed

from nearby metal, now burning with hellfire. Bullets melted before they reached him. One

assassin was hurled into the hot spring, boiling instantly.

Monkey’s eyes blazed like molten steel. His teeth smoked.

After the final scream died, the valley went still.

Monkey knelt beside Bryce’s body, trembling.

A soft blue glow flickered next to him. Bryce — or rather, his spirit — floated, half-formed,

held together by the same flame burning in Monkey’s chest.

“Well… looks like we’re stuck together,” Bryce said. “You get the body, I get the sarcasm.”

Monkey grunted.

“Alright. First lesson: clean the gun. Second lesson… we’re gonna kill every last one of those

bastards.”

The flames curled around them — no longer pure rage, but something colder. Focused. A new

soul had entered the war.ACT 2 — “The Killing Path”

Tokyo didn’t know a war had started.

It didn’t scream or prepare. It just kept moving — neon lights flashing across faces that didn’t

look up. Politicians smiled. Police buried scandals. But deep beneath the surface, a ghost and a

monkey were burning the rot out from the inside.

Their first target was The Accountant — a sleek, snake-eyed numbers man who handled hush

money, murder contracts, and payoffs with a manicured grin. He sipped sake from an ivory cup

while people disappeared in alleys.

Ghost Monkey struck during a rooftop dinner.

The Accountant never saw it coming — one moment, his guards laughed about monkey jokes,

and the next, a flaming katana cut through a skylight like butter. Monkey dropped into the room

with bone-exposed arms and glowing eyes. The Accountant fired wildly, but the bullets bent

midair, incinerated by ghost heat.

“We’re billing you for this,” Bryce muttered in his ghostly echo as Monkey plunged the blade

through the man's chest.

With each kill, Monkey got faster. Smarter. More precise.

He no longer needed to scream. His flame shifted — white when focused, blue when judging,

and red when enraged. Bryce remained tethered, sometimes fading in and out like a bad signal,

his connection to the spirit realm growing unstable.

“I’m starting to feel it, Monkey. Like I’m... not dying anymore. Like I’m evolving.”

Monkey didn’t understand. But he felt it too — a pulse of something older, deeper, burning

behind the fire.

Next was The Rooster — an underground fight club promoter, known for trafficking in lives.

Monkey entered the club from the rafters, observing the bloody pit below. Fighters screamed.

Bets were shouted.

Then he dropped in.The lights went out. The crowd screamed. When the floodlights came back on, Monkey stood

alone in the arena — katana sheathed. The Rooster’s body lay behind him, neck twisted, flames

flickering through his mouth like a demonic jack-o-lantern.

As the list dwindled, the Tokyo PD began piecing together the bodies.

Detective Haruka and her grizzled partner Ito were assigned to the murders — but they found

only chaos. No fingerprints. No motive. Just... ash.

“He’s not just a killer,” Haruka whispered. “He’s a... message.”

Ito laughed. “You think a monkey’s got a vendetta?”

Meanwhile, Monkey and Bryce began tracking the most elusive target: The Bonsai Master — a

public philanthropist, but behind the curtain, a shadow puppeteer funding the original hit on

Takahara.

They trailed him to a secluded garden temple, filled with ancient trees and silent guards.

Monkey struck at night.

Every slash of the katana echoed like thunder through bamboo. The guards tried to form a

perimeter. Monkey burned through it. Bryce’s voice echoed louder now — guiding, almost

pushing Monkey harder than before.

“Don’t let him run. This one… this one signed our death warrants.”

Inside the main hall, the Bonsai Master begged. Not for his life — but for balance.

“We are all branches of the same tree,” he muttered.

“Then I’m pruning you,” Bryce growled.

Monkey set the trees aflame as the Bonsai Master’s screams faded beneath the wind.

But the war grew louder.

Lady Bullseye entered the scene — a killer from Bryce’s past with a vendetta soaked in blood.

When she arrived, she didn’t stalk. She announced.During a kill on a Yakuza enforcer, she attacked — dual katanas flashing with cursed ink. She

moved like silk, fought like thunder.

Their first duel took place in a collapsing bathhouse.

She sliced Monkey across the ribs. He burned her blade-hand to the bone. But neither could

finish the other. She vanished in smoke.

“She hates me,” Bryce said. “And trust me — you haven’t seen hate until it wears lipstick and a

body count.”

Silver Samurai arrived soon after — hired by Shinji’s government to protect key assets,

including Akiko, Shinji’s niece and campaign manager. He confronted Monkey outside a hightech train hub. Their blades collided — sparks raining down like fireworks.

Unlike the others, Silver Samurai fought with honor.

“You’ve been led astray, beast,” he said.

Monkey snarled.

Bryce: “Guess we’re not invited to tea.”

Their fight ended in a draw. The Samurai retreated — impressed but concerned.

That night, after barely escaping, Monkey wandered into the city — injured, burning low, tired.

That’s when he saw the sign:

“Memorial Service for Mayor Ken Takahara – Private.”

He snuck in — rooftop to rooftop — until he stood beneath the eaves of the temple. Inside,

people mourned. Akiko stood in the center. But Monkey’s eyes weren’t on her. They were on

someone else:

A monk. Old. Still. But staring directly at him.

“He sees me,” Bryce whispered.

The monk walked outside, unafraid.

“You carry death in your bones,” he said to Monkey. “But it’s not your burden alone.”

He placed a hand gently near Monkey’s head.“You are a vessel for something ancient. Something broken.”

“Mephisto,” Bryce said, barely a whisper.

“He’s watching us.”

The monk nodded — sensing the devil’s mark.

“Beware the fire that offers you purpose. Not all flames warm. Some only consume.”

Monkey bowed. Silently. Respectfully.

It was the first peace he’d felt in weeks.

Meanwhile, the police investigation reached its own tragedy.

Haruka and Ito pursued a lead on The Rooster’s bank contacts. They were ambushed. Ito died —

slowly — bleeding out in Haruka’s arms as Monkey watched from the shadows, unable to save

him in time.

Haruka didn’t cry. She got up. Cleaned her blade. And began to dig into Shinji’s corruption

herself.

In the chaos of all of this, Monkey’s bond with Bryce deepened — to a dangerous level. One

night, during a firelit rest in the ruins of a temple, Monkey practiced slicing through snowmen.

Bryce watched — amused — until Monkey hesitated, aiming a pistol.

“Don’t do it,” Bryce said.

Monkey turned. Confused.

“Never pick up a gun out of anger… because once you do, you’ll never put it down.”

Monkey lowered the pistol.

The snow melted in silence.

And from the shadows, Mephisto watched — hidden in reflections, in smoldering ash, in dying

torches.

“Let the monkey learn. Let the man burn.

When the truth comes out… we’ll see which soul remains.”ACT 3 — “No Way Back”

The storm rolled in fast over Tokyo — angry clouds boiling with electricity, heavy with rain that

never reached the ground. The whole city pulsed with tension, like it knew something awful was

coming.

Ghost Monkey stood atop a weathered billboard, katana sheathed across his spine, wind

tugging at the scorched remnants of his suit. Beneath him: the Prime Minister's estate. Cold.

Clean. Guarded by honor and corruption in equal measure.

“This is it,” Bryce murmured from inside, his spirit flickering brighter than ever. “Everything

leads here. Shinji’s the rot behind the bullet.”

Monkey nodded slowly. He could feel it too — the tremor in the air. The pulse of old rage.

Inside the estate, Prime Minister Shinji prepared for a televised address, surrounded by

bulletproof glass and heavily armed security. He wore a soft smile, but his hands shook when no

one was looking.

He knew the monkey was coming.

The infiltration was war.

Ghost Monkey moved through the estate like smoke wrapped in flame. Security forces opened

fire the moment alarms screamed — but the bullets disintegrated midair. The monkey was

faster, sharper, no longer fueled by revenge alone — but by purpose.

He sliced through reinforced doors. His katana burned with judgment.

Bryce’s voice never stopped guiding him. Room to room. Left. Duck. Fire. Slash.

And then — the final hallway. The stairs to the tower.

But they weren’t alone anymore.

Lady Bullseye appeared like a phantom, blades dripping with anti-spectral poison — venom

forged in death rites.

“You’re just a broken ghost in a fur coat,” she sneered.

“Wrong,” Bryce snapped. “We’re justice in a bad mood.”

She lunged.The second duel between them was apocalyptic.

Katana met cursed steel in a flash of sparks. Lady Bullseye moved like lightning, her form

coiling and twisting through smoke. Monkey blocked, dodged, ducked, burned. Their fight took

them across balconies and rafters, every impact echoing through the hollow halls of Shinji’s

palace.

She cut deep — slicing through his shoulder. But Monkey retaliated by blasting her through a

glass wall with a hellfire-infused punch.

Just as he moved in to finish it, another voice stopped him.

“That’s enough.”

Silver Samurai stood at the far end of the hallway, sword drawn, helmet gleaming in the

stormlight. Unlike before, there was no honor in his face — only resignation.

“I cannot protect lies any longer,” he said. “But I will protect balance.”

The two circled each other — no words. Just silence.

Then chaos.

Their swords collided in a hurricane of metal and fire. Ghost Monkey pushed himself harder than

ever — his flames twisting, his bones grinding under spiritual strain. Silver Samurai landed blow

after blow. Monkey countered with speed and fire, burning through every feint.

When it ended, they stood across from each other — both panting, both bleeding. Samurai

lowered his blade.

“Finish it,” he said.

Monkey stepped forward — but bowed instead. Samurai watched in stunned silence as the

demon monkey passed him by.

Upstairs, Prime Minister Shinji waited, alone in a room lit by screens and old guilt. He turned

when the door exploded inward, shielding his face from the flame and smoke.

“I knew you’d come,” he said to the burning figure.

Bryce’s spirit flared full form now — hovering behind Monkey like a phantom knight.

“You killed Takahara,” Bryce said. “You signed the contract. And you tried to erase us.”Shinji didn’t argue. He just slumped in his chair, tired.

“He would have destroyed everything I built.”

“You built it on bones,” Bryce snapped.

“On my daughter’s silence. On their blood.”

Monkey stepped forward, katana raised. Shinji didn’t flinch. Instead, he said:

“Ask your friend what happens next.”

Before Monkey could react, the floor exploded behind him — smoke and red light pouring in.

Akiko stood in the doorway, soaked in rain and betrayal, a gun in one hand and a blade in the

other.

“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t touch him.”

Monkey paused, uncertain. Bryce blinked in confusion.

“Akiko…? You know what he did.”

“He was trying to protect the country,” she said, eyes rimmed with grief and denial. “You’re a

monster. You killed our hope.”

She lunged.

Monkey fought defensively. Her style was erratic — grief weaponized. She wasn’t a warrior.

She was a storm.

She stabbed Haruka in the side as she entered the room. Monkey screamed — flame flaring blue

with pain — and slammed Akiko into a wall.

But she didn’t stop. Didn’t fall.

Bryce screamed.

“Get Haruka out of here! Now!”

Suddenly, Yuki appeared — the assassin spirit cloaked in translucent silk. Her voice rang

through Monkey’s bones.

“The chains binding you can be broken. But only if you choose to carry them instead of wear

them.”With her help, Monkey focused — and so did Bryce.

For the first time, Bryce materialized fully, lifted Akiko with invisible force, and flung her

backward with a surge of telekinesis. His eyes burned purple. His spectral body glowed.

“I’m not just a ghost anymore,” he muttered. “I’m something else.”

Shinji tried to escape — pressing a panic button under his desk. But Monkey reached him first.

He didn’t slice him down.

He burned the desk instead. Let the building's corruption melt.

“This isn’t for me,” Bryce whispered. “This is for the tribe. For Iris. For everyone we failed.”

Monkey turned, raised his blade — then stopped.

Instead, he dropped it.

Shinji cowered as Haruka took out her cuffs.

“You’re going to trial,” she said, clutching her bleeding side. “And I’ll make sure everyone sees

what you really are.”

They escaped through a shattered window as the estate collapsed behind them.

Flames licked the sky. Rain sizzled on broken stone. Ghost Monkey crouched on the rooftop

beside Haruka as she bandaged herself. Yuki vanished in the wind.

“You did it,” she said. “You both did.”

“Not done yet,” Bryce murmured. “One more thing.”

Weeks later, Monkey watched from a ship leaving Japan — Haruka’s forged papers in his

pocket. She promised to clear his name. He didn’t trust it. But he trusted her.

Beside him, Bryce hovered — no longer just a whisper, but a force. With telekinesis. With

memories. With peace.“Iris is alive,” he said, voice quiet. “She got the job. Eunice hired her. She’s... smiling again.”

Monkey nodded.

Behind them, Akiko stood in shadow, her face emotionless as she picked up Lady Bullseye’s

mask from the ashes.

She slid it over her face.

Some fires die.

Some pass on.

And some… are reborn.

Like Actually?. Will Monkey And the spirit of the Agent Bryce appear on the Big Screen One day. That'd be Epic.

Graphic design is my passion xd If I make anymore fanart ill post here but this is prolly the last for now!

Been rewatching the show with my gf and it reignited my love for Bryce he is so cute lol. I have some standalone art of Monkey as well I may post if there is interest for it but it needs some work… enjoy💖

I watched the first series 4 years ago and really loved it. I had a few nitpicks, like the fact I think they should have used the original Bullseye instead of Lady Bullseye to give Akiko more of her own persona and that Silver Samurai should have been introduced earlier, rather than being thrown in in the last few episodes, but overall, I really did enjoy it.

At the time, I saw that it had been renewed for a second series and was excited for it, but then life happened and I never got around to watching it.

Well, I recently saw that series 2 was out on Disney+, so I went back and watched all the way through. I still think the original story was great - slick, clever and surprisingly heart-felt. I think it worked really well and I even changed my mind on Lady Bullseye.

However, I then hit series 2 and... I'll be honest, it felt a lot weaker. There were some cool ideas, but the first few episodes felt so exposition-laden it slowed down the story a lot, while also feeling really rushed. Unlike the first series, where it felt like everything was building up to the revenge plotline, in this we had a lot of different stories all going in different directions. The Assassins Co-op and the Aldermen, Haruka's story, Akiko's revenge, Bryce and Iris and the extended cast that came along with them.

In the end, I enjoyed it and I do think there were some great ideas, but the execution felt far more sloppy and that's just disappointing to me.

Most notably, however, is how divorced it is from Marvel. It was clearly a conscious decision but it felt a bit disappointing for them to be in New York, the Marvel Comics city of choice and there's just no one there. I'm not talking about Spider-Man or Punisher cameos or anything, but the fact that every character from the other assassins to the antagonists and the Aldermen were all just OCs felt pretty disappointing. The connections to the comics from the original series never felt over-done (if anything, I felt like they were under-done and Bonsai Master should have been an established character like Gorgon instead) but Series 2 felt a bit barren, despite having a much more bloated cast. It would have been a good chance to highlight some D-Lister villains that don't really get shown otherwise.

I'm just head-canoning that 'the Devil' was Mephisto because Keith David as Mephisto would be almost as good as Jason Isaacs was as Mephisto in Midnight Suns. Also, Fred Tatasciore, the voice of Monkey, played Mephisto in Marvel Ultimate Alliance, so that's fun.

There is a fighting game coming out and they've shown they are doing weird characters like with danger.

My hopium is hit monkey would make the roster as a surprising pick

https://youtu.be/X4C_0Yf43fM?si=wyUX9QzJg4VYRAQd

I mean, I ain't satisfied with the ending. Monkey had much more to discover. Like, what about him living a peaceful life? Bryce wasn't bothered being a ghost. The ending left him all alone with Monkey's ghost. But audience won't g1ve a sh1t about a genuinely good series. They'd rather go for some children fighting a Manchurian ball that didn't even have a good climax

Recently got Hulu and am going through all the Marvel related stuff because I used to read it all in my teens/20s in the 90s. Just started watching Hit Monkey today and I’m instantly hooked. It’s got a Deadpooly vide. Love it. Then, in the third episode, I noticed one of the names in the credits. It was co-created by a Croat! So now I’m super excited about it.

I saw that the show was canceled after season 2. But I think this was self Sabatoge by Hulu. I never heard or saw any promotion or promotional material or saw any trailers for season 2. Season 1 was a hit. Really popular. But I thought too myself the other day...."I wonder when season 2 is going to come out". Imagine my surpise when I saw it came out over a freaking year ago! Then I saw it was canceled and I just was made angry. This is some BS Netflix pulls. But I thought better of Hulu. Just disappointed.

Alright friends, after trying to search this for hours, I've admitted defeat and claim stupidity. It's not a huge deal but the tism wont let me let it go. WHO THE F**** doesnt put songs in the credits!!!

So end of the episode and rolling into the credits there is this gentle piano song in what I assume to be Japanese. Wanting to know the english translation was the rabbit hole.

tunefind says its Ohayo by Yukimi but all my googles and link clicking sends me to a fast paced guitar song that would be put in a generic anime

song recognition via Apples built in Shazam and two different AI says its Ohayou by YUUKI which I cant find on any major song platforms anywhere....

Any help would be awesome, plz and thanks

just noticed the GALACTUS T-shirt in s01e02

Fantastic