Answer:
I am the kind of food monkey likes and people slip on me and fall in cartoons.
I have memories but none of my own whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different it's because you changed me I feel like a decoration here for you to arrange me.
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
People need me, yet they give me away every day. What am I?
I am the only word that looks the same when spelled upside down.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?