Hope Harper Daddy's Monkey Business -

“Good,” Hope said, pulling out a chair. “Because I have some ideas. And they involve less feces-throwing and more actual planning.”

“The monkeys aren’t the criminals, Hope,” her father said softly. “They’re the victims. Just like those artifacts. Just like the land Kimboko’s strip-mining.” hope harper daddy's monkey business

Maybe it was just the sanest thing he’d ever done. “Good,” Hope said, pulling out a chair

“Hear me out! Mr. Gibbons is a legend. He’s got orangutans that play poker. A mandrill who does taxes. Taxes , Hope.” “They’re the victims

Mr. Gibbons – real name Gary Gibbons, which was either a cosmic joke or a warning – was a short, round man with a handlebar mustache and the nervous energy of a squirrel who’d been on caffeine for a decade. He shook her father’s hand for a full thirty seconds, then turned to Hope.