Macarena Monkey Madness

Today is a dark day.

Having returned from a quick lunch-run with some colleagues, I proceeded to my desk to discover that our team's - for want of a better word -  mascot had disappeared, having been replaced with a sinister note that raised as many questions as provided answers. Later in the day, an anonymous message was sent to one of our company-wide email aliases. The text is as follows.

[Company Employees]. A new day is upon thee.

Have you noticed that a new peace has settled on our digs? No? Maybe you don’t sit in the general vicinity of engineering. If you did, you might have noticed. Noticed what, you ask? You would have noticed that you have been enjoying a day blissfully devoid of the soaringly inelegant voices of Los del Rio. Who? Los del Rio.

The Macarena.

Yes. Yes. Yes. It is true. The moment that some of us have dreamed about has finally, joyfully come to pass. Specifically, Paul Craddick’s clap-activated, gyrating, singing-the-Macarena-every-10-minutes-all-flippin’-day monkey has been kidnapped.

By the time you read this the monkey will already be on a plane. Fear not, he is being treated with utmost care. However, as he is clearly a dangerous threat to society, his rendition to another geographic location was deemed necessary.

Paul Craddick. We have your monkey. Updates and proof of your monkey’s health can be found here.

http://wehaveyourmonkey.com/

We will notify you of our demands shortly,

Dr. Zaius