I was part of a tribe of gorillas, though we looked like some kind of gorilla-orangutan hybrid. We were at war with two tribes of yellow faced apes (I don’t know if these actually exist, but they looked cool). Everything was kind of in the style of the animation in “Madagascar.”
One of our tribe, Cameron, felt that he didn’t fit in. He joined one of the yellow faced ape tribes, and he was much happier. But we were still at war with them and that made me confused. There was a rule that if you could destroy the house of another tribe and/or find a skull on their grounds, you had beaten that tribe. We were packing up our house (inside a giant tree) because it wasn’t earthquake proof. We were going to live in a tent until we could find a new one. Cameron’s new tribe came and uprooted our house tree. We said it didn’t count because we were abandoning it anyway. In desperation, they hunted for a skull on our grounds. We let them. They found a plastic skull from a christmas cracker. That didn’t count either.
I found a nice new tree and was about to eat a leaf, but my tribe-mate stopped me and said it was poisonous. Indeed, the tree was made from plastic. It started to rain.
I watched reindeer run through the forest. As the rain got heavier, the plastic was eaten away and eventually turned into real forest. Then the apes were polar bears and they ran through the forest to find a real tree to live in.
I was one of the polar bears when we arrived at a holiday house. My polar bear friend was wearing a beanie and peeked inside.
“The one house we find is packed full of fatties.”
We thought it would be a good place to pitch our tent. Somehow we made a crashing noise and we froze, hoping the fatties wouldn’t come out to investigate.