There are monkey boys in the facility
DO THE FUNKY GIBBON
Monkey Ruins….. No Fibbin’ week, Plenty Season…. Today
THE FUNKY GIBBON COMPOUND...Corner of Root and Claw Street.
A lone baboon sits upon an ancient obelisk, a large bunch of yellow fruit in his lap. Around and below him is a complicated collection of ruined towers, buildings, open plazas and concealed compounds. Temple water tanks sparkle in the sunlight and everywhere….everywhere there are monkeys! In the trees, playing on roof tops, swinging from vines and scurrying underfoot.
The ‘Goodies’ toughest warrior and Alpha male shrugged and stuffed one of the new fruits into his mouth. Watching the monkeys play he marvelled at how much had changed in the last year. Trees popping up everywhere, tasty fruits and now these damn things….he swatted an inquisitive hand away from his lap and the offending simian slid to the ground. A cacophony of swear words rose upwards …
“Yer big stinky…KABOOOOOOOOOM!.....’’
A gout of flame erupted suddenly from the next door shrine to Oakfed, sending scores of birds into the sky, squawking loudly.
No one paid the least bit of attention to the burning figure, that ran screaming from the inferno towards the nearest pool of water. Visiting Nomad shamans are a clack a dozen these days and no one seemed to miss them…
Enveloped by the resulting Mushroom cloud, Snikka waited for it to clear before turning his attention to his own compound below…
Eight armed, the Statue of the Funky Gibbon dominates the ‘Goodies’ compound, with drums, wine flask and various weapons held firmly in his hands and a blissful expression on his face.
Nestled between its feet, atop the carved altar stone is a large bundle of furs , rising rhythmically from the snores of the sleeping Matriarch of the their clan, Baba Ganough.
Using the Statues shadow as shade is a group of young baboons being led in a complicated dance by a drumming Zsa zsa and her assistant Aye Aye. A group of monkeys have collected to watch and are aping their larger cousins behaviour with much hand slapping and uncontrolled laughter. Only to be scattered by an expertly thrown rock…..
Sling in hand, the most accomplished hunter to have graced their clan since great, great grandpa Yakka Chakka himself, can be seen watching Chik Chakka skin a large sable hanging from the holy banyan tree. Next to them is the gaping entrance to the Compounds cellars.
With well practiced ease a lone baboon drops over the wall, swings via the banyan tree and lands at Boo’s side. Smelling of cheap grog and the girls of the Badda Bing troop, Kash Fakash avoids the hunter’s gaze and relieves himself in the Lunar helmet that rests in the obliging hands of an ancient weatherworn statue.
With a sneer at the troops resident Casanova, Chik Chakka takes up the skin and examines its large moon brand and with a few deft cuts it is lying on the floor with half a dozen similar pieces…
It is quickly joined by a shower of urine , directed by a grinning Kash.
Next door in the SINGEFUR COMPOUND, site of the RING OF FIRE shrine to Oakfed.....
‘Ot Po’tato emerges from the now dying inferno, centred on the Holy Hole of Oakfed, smouldering but unhurt.
Opening his mouth all that emerges is a small 'ook'** and a large smoke ring.
Unnoticed, a group of angry, frantically gesturing nomads are fast approaching him.