Monkey Mayhem - a short story - part 1

(Not entirely based on a true story)

He had been sat in the corner of his confined space. He really was in a terrible grumpy mood. The hairy primate had grown sick of the place in which he lived. Actually, he despised it.

“Hi folks!” Bellowed the zoo keeper as he let himself into the expansive monkey prison with a tray of late night mugs of hot chocolate for the dumb animals to drink. The dastardly monkey decided that this was his chance to flee the stupid stinking cage. He ambled across to the weedy man and boxed him in his crown jewels – a quick 1 – 2 combo like a young Mohamed Ali in his pomp. The zoo keeper screamed in abject pain like a wimpy little girl hurling the tray into the air – spilling all the mugs of hot chocolate as he fell to the ground. Instantly – he saw stars above his head. Yes, he saw stars – because he was lying on his back looking up at the sky and it was night time. So, actually, he did see stars. This was no cartoon.

The monkey quickly grabbed the customary set of jangling keys from the zoo keeper’s belt and slapped him across the chops for good measure before scampering out and locking the gate behind him.

The nearby animals had heard the girlie shrill and ensuing commotion and were now looking from their cages. Some had observed the action and had laughed at the spectacle (the hyenas) and some had even applauded (the seals). The rest, well, they screeched in delight as the naughty monkey made his way across the green grass and out of the zoo entrance.

He was on a mission and wasn’t hanging about for one tiny second to revel in his new found notoriety. He was now out of that blasted place and wanted to get to the city. A few moments passed as he waited by the quiet roadside for a taxi to drive by and when one duly did he flagged it down frantically. However, the taxi driver saw that it was a rather animated monkey and was not prepared to stop. Which, if you think about is quite understandable. (The monkey most certainly did not appear to be carrying any cash).

The agitated monkey did not like this one bit and subsequently became very annoyed at the predicament he was now in. He began to amble along the road in a huff until he spotted a teenager on a skateboard. Shrieking at the youth resulted in startling him to the extent that he instantly fell from the wooden contraption. The monkey didn’t hesitate and quickly homed in and confiscated it from the whimpering little twerp. He also kicked him in the leg because he didn’t like the look of the boys face.

It was his now. The monkey was now on a skateboard and making his way to the city! He already knew how to use a board, because, because… he just knew! He was zooming at a rate of knots towards the bright lights. Down the hills and through the streets. The wind was blowing through his mouth and his furry cheeks - which were flappy and you could see his brown teeth.

There’s a monkey on the loose! There’s a monkey on the run! The word was out and the local police chief had instructed his colleagues to strap up – preferably with a good gun...

Demola, TCC