It had been a slow day in Chimpsopolis. Bubbles trudged into the barracks at the end of his patrol. Bobbo was already asleep behind the desk.
"Hey, wake up!" Bubbles said, nudging Bobbo in the shoulder.
Slowly, one and then two eyes opened and then focused on the chimp standing in front of the desk. "Ah, hey Bubbles, anything to report?"
"Nothing. I've been on patol all day and haven't seen any signs of the enemy at all. Those guys down in Mr Teenyville have it good!"
"Yeah, you're right there." sighed Bobbo. "Fancy slipping down to the pub for a couple of quiet ones?"
"May as well, not like anything is going to happen around here in the next while."
...some time passes...
"and then I said, 'I don't think you're a fishmonger, I just think you've walked into the wrong lavatory'"
Bubbles and Bobbo both collapse onto the floor in laughter, attracting strange looks from the other patrons.
...some more time passes...
"you fink yur a reeel tuf guy, bobbo!"
"yeah, well yur motha waz a lemur!"
"yeah?"
"you now what i fink?"
"wha?"
"I fink I'm going to be sick."
...yet more time passes...
"i wanna get a tattoo!"
"nah, les get a kebab!"
"tattoo"
"I fink I'm going to be sick."
...until finally...
Bobbo's head felt like an army of Orang-a-tang's were hammering away at each temple. His eyes were crusted shut and with extreme effort he managed to open them. The bright light reflecting of the water made his head hurt so he closed them again. The sound of the wind blowing through the palm trees hurt his head, so he put his hands over his ears.
Suddenly, he bolted upright! Water, palm trees!
"Bubbles!" he shouted.
A groan escaped the mound of fur asleep next to him. "I'm never going to drink again" he moaned as he too opened his eyes. Again, he too bolted upright and madly looked around.
"Bobbo, where are we?" he screamed as he looked around.
"I don't know" said Bobbo, "but we're definately not in the barracks. In fact" he said, looking at water that surrounded them, "I don't think we're in Chimpopolis at all."
STAY TUNED.
