Monkey On The Run

I'm a monkey. I'm in a zoo. And I'm going to escape, but don't tell anyone. Everyday, I jump about in this cage, doing what you expect, and all you humans love it. I sniff my fellow monkeys, groom and preen them and throw my poop around. You stare and point and occasionally let "urgghh" or "aww" slip out of your mouth. Worst of all, you call me Bangles! I'm a boy monkey! Bangles!?

I've been doing this for all three years of my life and I'm bored. The best thing about it all is that you won't see it coming. Humans! Pah! You're so arrogant about your 'intelligence' that you'll probably put it down to dumb luck, but I guarantee there's nothing dumb about my impending escape. Just you wait and see.