"Oh, that's just Monty," said Chris the blue vixen of the panic-stricken Mongoose, "don't worry about him." That was all the talking Chris the Vixen would do for a while, though, as she quickly fell asleep. She had come to relish her afternoon naps (as well as her morning naps and evening naps) because she could still get her video game fix in her dreams. Chris the panther-morph looked around him (no, her, she told herself. She had to get used to using the right pronouns). For the most part, the predators had stayed on the hill overlooking the now-deserted "church." The herbivores were having their non-reception, and they had theirs. But Chris was bored with it. Her father was trying to get lucky with the she-bears, Jackie and Keith were nowhere to be found, and the other Chris had fallen asleep. Everyone else was generally afraid of her, so she had nobody to talk to.
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Monty barreled headlong into the herbivore reception, shouting at the top of his out-of-breath lungs, "Don't eat the cake! Don't touch it, They've--" at that moment, it dawned on Monty that there was no sign that there was or had ever been a cake at the party. A rational observer might have reached the conclusion that there was, in fact, no cake. Not Monty: "Ye gods," he shrieked, "the cake is invisible!" But if They could make cake invisible that meant...the Black Helicoptors! They were invisible too! Immediately, Monty knew what he had to do. "I have to destroy them myself, singlehandedly," he shouted theatrically to nobody in particular, and scampered off in the direction of the building at the park's entrance.
Almost everybody either didn't see or ignored Monty. Hannah had, by chance, heard Monty's ravings, and whispered to Lateisha: "You don't suppose Monty's going to--"
"Please," Lateisha cut in, "this is Monty we're talking about. What's the worst that could happen?"
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There was a fairly interesting rock near Monty's hideout. Archie had been studying it for exactly 28 minutes on the dot when a husky appeared behind him.
"Archie?" the Husky said gently, "I'm afraid your four weeks are up."
"Yes," Archie said, "28 days exactly. Not that I've been counting the days," he added politely.
Monty had deliberately chosen his hideout to be as far from the park entrance ("the most vulnerable point in the coming revolution") as he could. So, Archie and the Husky faced a long, awkward walk back. In an effort to make conversation, the Husky asked, "What do you think of the park?"
"It's alright," Archie said nonchalontly, "but I think next year I'll go to Disney World."
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Chris couldn't take it anymore. The other morphs seemed to have developed an internal mechanism for dealing with boredom, but not her. So, more out of the desire for something to do than genuine curiosity, she began to follow the path Monty had taken. It led past the church to the clearing that served as a reception site and, ultimately, to the park entrance. Of course, she had been told not to interfere with the herbivores' reception, but she ignored this as she started along the trail. 'Besides,' she thought to herself, 'I'm not interfering with the reception, I'm just going to watch. What's the worst that could happen?'