Black and brown cartoon tattoo of a top-hatted, moustached man in striped trousers carrying a dollar money bag and flying notes, on the lower abdomen.

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Monopoly-style money man on abdomen

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A cartoon figure resembling the Monopoly board game mascot wears a top hat and moustache, and holds a dollar-marked money bag while bundles of banknotes fly off to one side. The tattoo uses bold black outlines with grey and brown shading on the striped trousers and bag, with simple shadow ovals beneath. A darker swirl in the upper part of the frame is partly visible on the skin above the design.

Other Cartoon Money Banknote Dollar sign Top hat Moustache Character

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bag split on the church hall steps, and Cyril Hobday watched thirty years of parish savings lift off into the Thursday wind like a flock of startled starlings. "Leave them," called Mrs Pargeter from the tombola table. "Money never stays where you put it."

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Hobday had been the village's banker since the old Co-operative closed, and he had never once let a coin roll past him. He wore the same striped trousers his father had worn behind the counter, a waistcoat buttoned to the throat, and a moustache he had waxed every morning since 1979. He clutched his top hat to his chest and ran after a fiver that was trying to reach the duckpond. The fiver won. So did the next two, a tenner, and something green that might have been a bus ticket.

The Sunday school children caught the rest. By the time Hobday reached the lychgate, they had sorted the notes into neat piles on the churchyard wall and were shouting the rules at each other, arguing over who owned the railway station. A boy of about seven stood on the bottom step holding the empty sack upside down, shaking it for luck.

Hobday sat down beside him. The roof fund, he thought, was somewhere in the hedgerows, and the vicar would have to be told. Instead he began to laugh, a dry rattling sound he had not made since his wife bought a parrot. The boy looked up, offered him a crumpled note with the face of a long-dead queen, and said, "You can have this one back, mister. Go directly to the duckpond."