Monkey Jail Rating: B+

An escaped 'gifted' super-monkey requires affable/pensive Earthling heroes to find some American Homeland urban 'cure' for murder for a doc-lady.

A sciences horror tale for this Wednesday. Thanks so much for reading (and Happy Xmas, all), 

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AMLAN: This escaped gorilla-leviathan ('Joe') marks us for heroics.

MARCUS: Joe was being reared in the American Homeland as class-genius!

AMLAN: He exhibited forms of art and networking acumen above-normal IQ.

MARCUS: When a monkey's exposed to stimuli, the animal may show energy.

AMLAN: I wonder if some over-rambunctious scientist fed it wine-chicken.

MARCUS: Ha, a body-chemistry sensitized Joe-monkey thinking rebellion!

AMLAN: That's what happened, and it escaped from its center into the city.

MARCUS: Dr. Shelbye O'Hara thinks this is worse than King Kong, buddy.

AMLAN: Shelbye appreciates why this street-transit terror is 'IQ' arms.

MARCUS: Right, you're talking intelligent malice (Facebook-like).

DR. O'HARA: Here's the cemetery, friends.

JOURNALISTS: So, this mighty Joe is now a bloody-murder rampage-being.

DR. O'HARA: This tombstone marks what's necessarily an Earthling qualia.

JOURNALISTS: Doc, this is a cemetery image for all that's special teams?

DR. O'HARA: We've employed two heroes to track and image bad-Joe, ok.

JOURNALISTS: Regret the entire sci-fi potentiality of this Earth-sport, doc?

DR. O'HARA: Hey, I've read too much primatology to think this simple Hell!

JOURNALISTS: Well, at least Americans tout the emotion of transformation.

DR. O'HARA: Facebook-like (ok).

Bad Joe was no cool customer post-escape from an American Homeland science building in which he was reared as a media-culture friendly 'darling' of TV-ads for enhancements in sciences-IQ for species-contact and co-learning for stimulations and storyboards. In deeds, he'd become the leviathan-opposite of all things human intelligence; and he was now (officially!) tied to the decapitations of multiple policemen of the American Homeland city where he trekked like a scurrying and rather-large gorilla of bad-readings for incomplete-arts (Selfie-like). Only Amlan and Marcus felt they had the needed gifts to make this dark celebrity specter a memory only (Facebook-like).

AMLAN: We disorient Joe with some acid-gun shots to the fingers, aimed!

MARCUS: Look at this shine-monkey crawling up that police-station wall!

AMLAN: There's always room for improvement!

MARCUS: Once he's disoriented, we'll have to make a decision from Hell!

AMLAN: Kill or be decapitated?
MARCUS: Who doesn't like chemical warfare with a monkey morphed, eh?

AMLAN: Facebook-like (ok).

DR. O'HARA: Thank you, truly.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Joe's gone, sweetheart.

DR. O'HARA: All's fare in love and science-media, friends.

AMLAN/MARCUS: You loved the monkey shine?

DR. O'HARA: Everybody.

AMLAN/MARCUS: What next, Shelbye sweetheart?

DR. O'HARA: We contain all sciences query for education to human children.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Facebook-like (cool).

Amlan began to weep profusely while watching National Geographic. He was the poor-wretch who had to bloody mark and shoot 'Mighty Joe' on that fateful day of Hell (damn). Amlan thought about his memory of boyhood time spent at the Philadelphia Zoo, and how/why he'd become an adult of warrior-eye and bad faith (wow). Amlan wondered if his girlfriend would (somehow!) think him an Earth animalia crusader...and not some simplified man of (chance) execution for the heart.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)