Monkey Mayhem - a short story - part 2

(Not entirely based on a true story)

Helicopters were out and shining their lights. The public were now being told via the news that the monkey was super dangerous – this animal had a bee in his bonnet and was certainly not to be approached. Apparently, the furry animal was carrying an unlicensed firearm. Also, that he had pushed an old man from his wheelchair to the ground, and he had also yanked a weave from an African ladies head. This monkey was bad, he was actually a bit mad.

Don’t forget he had punched a zoo keeper clean in the nuts and had stolen a skateboard.

Naturally, the rumours were rife.  A deranged monkey running amok in the city. They were saying that he had stolen a car and had driven downtown in search of picking up something pretty. This of course, was not true. Well, OK, some of it held a little truth. The monkey was now in the city, but by now he was on foot. Scurrying along like a little menace. He had become aware that he was being chased. The lights and noise of the police helicopter was loud and he could see a gathering crowd.

He spotted a nice looking parked car and motioned towards it. No owner in site, so he smashed the window with his fist and jumped in – the little nuisance thought it was his right. Hot wiring the car like a seasoned crook the engine started to purr and roar. Just like the lions back in the zoo when he was leaving the entrance door.

Now on four wheels – he was speeding like a total maniac! His legs were not long enough for the peddles but he was still driving. (It was a disability car, so the controls were on the steering wheel). His mucky paws fiddled with the radio and found a station that he liked. Music blasted out as he sped through the night. The Monkey Mayhem was trending on Twitter and was all the rage on Facebook. Social media was going into meltdown as he cruised in his stolen vehicle sporting a slight frown.

Grand theft auto is hungry business. So, naturally, the cunning monkey was pretty peckish. He pulled up at an all night supermarket, skidding into a parking bay he quickly jumped out and darted into the shop. He stole a ton of bananas and a jar of peanut butter alongside two reusable bags. Carrying out both bags gingerly in both hands he attempted to look as inconspicuous as possible.

Back in the car (with his new found radio station on). He sped off again, but now he could hear horrible sirens – he had the pesky police on his tail – and they were shooting at him! He began to feel scared and jittery, he didn’t like this and clenched his teeth. He looked at the bananas on his passenger seat (plus jar of peanut butter) and thought: I would like to eat. But, maybe later – now is war. He cocked his head and hand out of the window, holding onto the side of the door – and proceeded to start firing bananas at the approaching cops. Pop, pop – splat!! A mushy banana hit a police man on his hat. (The doughnut eater was driving a drop top).

The monkey screeched with glee at his good aim and then continued to drive until he lost control of the car and crashed into a wall. Everything went black and still...

Eventually, he woke up in a horrible daze, in police custody. Battered and bruised. Handcuffs and chain attached to his hands and feet. He grumbled to himself and thought: Was it worth  all of these crazy shenanigans for the sake of going out for something to eat.

The End.


Demola, TCC