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826CHI Volunteer Photo Book: My World Project - Part 2: PINK GORILLA

He had come down to sector B-12 from the northern face of Gorilla Mountain to stop the coming of twilight, to stop the killer robot nurses from the gorilla massacre that was scheduled for that very night. He disguised himself as one of them in hopes of saving his family, held prisoner in the San Francisco zoo for these cold, lonely six years. He wept bitterly as he thought of Auntie Gorilla and Uncle Gorilla being forced to dance for Mayor Dakota, the little girl cackling maniacally at them like an evil cat. But he had to go on: he had to give Mayor Dakota the wrong medication and steal the keys to their cage before it was too late. He walked casually to the Walgreen’s behind the other Walgreen’s next to the other Walgreen’s on the corner and dashed to the pharmacy aisle. He selected the Walgreen’s brand of Head-On and put it under his nurse’s hat. The girl behind the cash register was busy doing her nails and didn’t pay attention to the flaming pink gorilla-nurse crawling through her store. As soon as he was out the doors, he ran to the Mayor’s office, jumping behind a bush every time he saw another nurse. Finally, he burst through the doors.Mayor Dakota was lying atop a black chaise lounge – which he saw, to his horror, was made out of gorilla fur. Was he too late? “Oh, you’re here now, Nurse Hannah,” she purred. “Come over here and apply the Head-On directly to my forehead. I have a splitting headache and I’m having a dinner party – right after my evil robot nurse minions catch the main course.”The gorilla clenched his fists, but said nothing. He took the Head-On from underneath his nurse’s cap and applied it directly to her forehead. Little did she know that he had bought the cheap off-brand Head-On – and Mayor Dakota was powerfully allergic to anything that she hadn’t personally appeared in an advertisement for.Dakota screamed and began to melt in pain. He ran to her desk and pressed a secret button that called off the nurses. Then he grabbed the keys, galloped to the glass elevator, and punched a button that read “ZOO” in giant letters. He found himself in a basement, the walls hung with gorilla skins and spider webs. But just then, he heard his little gorilla cousin crying in the corner. He back flipped into the darkness – and when he landed, he saw his cousin pointing toward a huge button in the middle of the ceiling. He jumped up and pushed it – and suddenly, he felt as if he were falling into a bottomless pit of despair. When he woke up, he was in a bed and his gorilla family was crouched all around him. Although they couldn’t remember their years of torture down in sector B-12, he would never forget the awful sounds he heard.
PINK GORILLA, Photo and Story by William Nieves

He had come down to sector B-12 from the northern face of Gorilla Mountain to stop the coming of twilight, to stop the killer robot nurses from the gorilla massacre that was scheduled for that very night.

He disguised himself as one of them in hopes of saving his family, held prisoner in the San Francisco zoo for these cold, lonely six years. He wept bitterly as he thought of Auntie Gorilla and Uncle Gorilla being forced to dance for Mayor Dakota, the little girl cackling maniacally at them like an evil cat. But he had to go on: he had to give Mayor Dakota the wrong medication and steal the keys to their cage before it was too late.

He walked casually to the Walgreen’s behind the other Walgreen’s next to the other Walgreen’s on the corner and dashed to the pharmacy aisle. He selected the Walgreen’s brand of Head-On and put it under his nurse’s hat. The girl behind the cash register was busy doing her nails and didn’t pay attention to the flaming pink gorilla-nurse crawling through her store.

As soon as he was out the doors, he ran to the Mayor’s office, jumping behind a bush every time he saw another nurse. Finally, he burst through the doors.

Mayor Dakota was lying atop a black chaise lounge – which he saw, to his horror, was made out of gorilla fur. Was he too late?

“Oh, you’re here now, Nurse Hannah,” she purred. “Come over here and apply the Head-On directly to my forehead. I have a splitting headache and I’m having a dinner party – right after my evil robot nurse minions catch the main course.”

The gorilla clenched his fists, but said nothing. He took the Head-On from underneath his nurse’s cap and applied it directly to her forehead. Little did she know that he had bought the cheap off-brand Head-On – and Mayor Dakota was powerfully allergic to anything that she hadn’t personally appeared in an advertisement for.

Dakota screamed and began to melt in pain. He ran to her desk and pressed a secret button that called off the nurses. Then he grabbed the keys, galloped to the glass elevator, and punched a button that read “ZOO” in giant letters. He found himself in a basement, the walls hung with gorilla skins and spider webs.

But just then, he heard his little gorilla cousin crying in the corner. He back flipped into the darkness – and when he landed, he saw his cousin pointing toward a huge button in the middle of the ceiling. He jumped up and pushed it – and suddenly, he felt as if he were falling into a bottomless pit of despair.

When he woke up, he was in a bed and his gorilla family was crouched all around him. Although they couldn’t remember their years of torture down in sector B-12, he would never forget the awful sounds he heard.