Bobo the Chimp having previously gained his freedom from the Brentwood Academy; set about learning all he could about the human world beyond his gated and caged world. Previous to his escape; he had lived on what he learned from errant radio and newspapers. He had come to believe that the human world was filled with dangers and worrisome crowds of monsters who would prey upon him, (morese because he chose to disguise himself as a child).
The Real world proved to be just as worrisome; but not as horrifying as the newspapers had made it seem. Bebo noted that the Humans seemed to rush through their days, going back and forth from place to place in seemingly endless circles. He gripped the Omega Nugget tight in his paw when he wandered the late night streets; willing the people that passed him to simply ignore his hairy arms; especially when he couldn’t get shaved. Remarkably; most people simply ignored him or thought him afflicted with some terrible condition. Those in the latter group were to two types; one would see him and make a concious effort to avoid contact and the others would approach and engage him. Bobo found the latter more troublesome as he had not mastered Human speech and would have to gesture to them to leave him alone.
One late summer evening; after a long subway ride and a visit to the park, Bobo found himself wandering the streets near a series of Bars and Clubs; it was too early for the normal crowds and Bobo always gravitated to the more “empty” parts of town when he could. It made avoiding people easier and he could be sure to avoid any unwanted trouble from rowdy children and criminals. Bobo was lost in thought when he was approached by an old lady, dressed in a pink overcoat and wearing a similarily color cake shaped hat.
“‘ere, yoo look like wun ‘a them monkies, yoo doo!” she cackled and pointed at Bobo, “innit, it’s a monkey! ‘ere Mavis. Look at this ‘ere monkey! Ooos a handsome lad then?” She cooed to Bobo and crooked a finger to call him to her. “Awww, c’mere and give us a kiss you little fellar. I likes Monkeys, yoo looks like a fine feller.”
Bobo had dealt with drunken ladies before; he bared his teeth at her and gave a low keening squeal between them, as if hurt. The lady and her friend recoiled from Bobo and stopped their coaxing. Bobo snorted and waddled past them, shrinking his head into his jacket and pulling his scarf up over his mouth.
The ladies watched him go, not sure what they had just seen. They were both sure that they had been speaking to a hairy kid; but now they weren’t sure. When they sobered up they would both swear that they had seen a monkey wearing clothes and walking in the entertainment district, but being well known-drunks their story wouldn’t be well-regarded.
Bobo; for his part had learned to avoid people who had been drinking heavily and kept his walks to the late evening and early mornings.