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He took off like a rocket through the revolving door as soon as I opened the latch on his collar. Great. Bobo the rhesus monkey loose in Chicago. I bolted out the door of the Palmer House and onto 13th street to find him. Not the simplest task even if it weren’t 5 pm and rush hour. The sidewalks were packed with thousands of commuters and tourists and one two foot tall monkey. I looked downtown and turned to look uptown when I heard a scream. Had to be Bobo. He loves pinching people. I saw a tall blonde businesswoman slap a fedex guy about half a block towards the Chicago Theater and I knew just which way to go. I sprinted into the street to bypass the crowd and I thought I was gaining on the little hairy imp when the crowd ahead stopped and began to form a circle. Sighs and ohs and even some sniffling greeted me as I panned the crowd to find Bobo sprawled on the sidewalk, legs askance, eyes rolled into the back of his head and stiff as a board. I walked up to him and gently toed him with my boot. A woman in the crowd began yelling ASPCA-based obscenities at me. I ignored her and spoke so Bobo could hear. “Dude, it’s french fry and milkshake night. Show’s in an hour. We gotta go.” I turned and began walking away. The woman was still screaming about my calousness and the crowd turned its attention to me. Bobo leaped up, and climbed my leg to perch on my shoulder. I whispered to him, “Why do you always do this whenever we check in?”