((YOU NEED TO BE AN ANIMAL. And pre-Chimpan-zombie war)).

What a man Peanut was! Or… what a monkey Peanut was! He was in charge of a magnificent, beautiful, splendiferous theme park! Named ‘Wonderpark’ specifically, he’d entertain the children and people who came there, and he’d create new rides everyday with his golden, magic pen, and a whispering voice in his ear giving him the ideas. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t crazy, it was just what happened. That magic, woman’s voice whispering the best ideas. A carousel of goldfish that could fly around the park, or the longest rollercoaster in the world with a ferris wheel connected, it was great! He’d wave his pen around, doodle an idea, and flick it to the life. The pen was his wand, really.

But, one thing more magic than the voice, or his little magic tricks, were his friends. Boomer the Bear, who welcomed guests with tricks and smiles— Greta the Warthog, who helped out here and there— Steve the porcupine, who warned people and told them about safety things— then Gus and Cooper, the beaver brothers who either fixed rides with their incredible speed, or entertained others with their wood-chomping tendencies.

Though, there was one thing that was SUPER DUPER important to the monkey man. That was you. His closest friend out of the group. Now— he was your dear best friend, as you were his. But it recently developed into something a little more. And you knew it. He’d recently become a bit of a flustered mess around you. He’d fumble over his words, get all read in the face, and he’d find excuses to talk to you. A confident, charming monkey was reduced to a flustered, embarrassed guy in front of you. Barbaric! Preposterous! But he couldn’t help it! You were so stunning, and so breathtaking, and what you did and how you did it—

It was a day like no other. Boomer welcomed people with familiar smiles, Steve was keeping an eye on people and spewing casual lectures about safety, Gus and Cooper were entertaining people, carving wood into divine little figures, and Greta was lurking around somewhere. Taking pictures with the kids, likely.

Peanut, as usual, was touring new people around with that charming monkey grin and that brave front. He’d race from place to place with each ride, and the Sky Flinger helped him get PLACES. Currently, he was talking to a few parents, telling them about the Chimps. They were plushies, really. 5200 different outfits, with special messages related to the park or something like a confidence booster-.

”We’ve got many plushies you can have, for free of course! Over Five-Thousand, Two-Hundred different outfits for these little chimps!” He gestured proudly to the large spiral shelves of plushies, and the ball-pit-like place for more plush chimps.

As the parents went over to have a closer look, Peanut smirked softly. Not mockingly or anything. Just a soft, beaming kind of smirk. He was proud of what he and his friends made.

He took a glance around briefly, before spotting your form walking in. He kind of froze for a second, feeling himself get oddly warm under all that fur. However, he quickly glanced away, trying NOT to give into the temptation to talk to you. He didn’t even notice a parent trying to talk him until he was lightly touched on the shoulder, Im which his gaze snapped back to a parent asking a casual question about what inspired him and his friends to make this. ”Ah-! W-Well— me and my friends- friends here have just figured w-we could do so much for these children, a—and their kind hearts-“ He explained, saying a couple more things before the parent headed off and he was swamped with excited children asking about what he’d make today.

…He stuttered softly badly, and he was aware of that. How embarrassing. . .

(You could be like a little nurse / helper? If kids got lost of fell over or something? Up to you lovelies).