""Arboretum Security will be a nice peaceful stint," they said," Herbert Lowry muttered as he walked the empty halls and galleries, "Here I am sweating like a pig in my wool uniform, and bored stiff. I wish something would happen, it's just so monotonous."
Then he spies your disgarded shirt, shoes and pants by the interior glass entrance. He shakes his head, puts his hand on his gun and moves to investigate. He holds up your clothing inspecting it. Pulls out your wallet, looks inside then pockets it for safekeeping.
"Dang kids." He tries the doors and discovers the chain is still secure. He heads over to a keyed access door, and enters the main jungle exhibit.
He wipes his brow, and gasps, "It's hotter in here than I thought." Within minutes he's at the chained doors, and he unlocks, and resecures the chain with less slack. "You won't be getting out this way."
He follows your muddy footprints to where you disgarded your socks. Then he sees a rag hanging from a branch. He smiles and frowns when he sees it's your underwear. "Oh, great, another nature boy!" He rolls his eyes. In his career he'd pulled streakers off football fields, nude anti-fur protestors out of department stores. People would say if you got it flaunt it. Security Officer Lowry didn't have it, and he didn't like that one bit. His hand absently rested on his love handles as he debated how to deal with your excursion into the pond. Then he remembered and grinned. He entered a keyed access door to the administration wing. He could hear the AC groaning as he entered the board room behind the waterfall. The glass door was still open. The AC strained unsuccessfully to cool the greenhouse.
Lowry stepped through the doors and looked around. No sign of you. He went back in and closed the doors. Then he reached for his Motorola to radio in to HQ to report a trespasser. He frowned, as he noticed an irregularity with the drape. He stepped over to it and closed the drape. The missing piece of leopard skin was suggestive. Then he heard your Tarzan yell.
"Oh, great that's all I need on my watch! Some kid breaks into the Arboretum, strips naked, and breaks his neck playing Tarzan!" Lowry forgets about the radio and dashes back into main gallery shouting.
"THIS IS SECURITY, WE KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE! NOW COME OUT!"
The gallery echoes with your retreating Tarzan yell. He loosens his tie and starts to run deeper into the jungle exhibit to intercept you. He pauses in front of the statue of the laughing monkey god. At least it's still safe. It's the real reason for the exhibit being closed. The insurers required additional security measures before the public could see the rare ancient idol on loan from a private collector. The statue was made of basalt and gold accroding to the sign, and encrusted with rare cursed jewels. The guard resumes his chase, and stops with a start. He's sure he heard someone chuckling. He moves close to the idol, and looks around the alarmed platform. No one could hide there. Must be his imagination. Or maybe a weird echo from your yelling.
He renews his chase, and his own footfalls conceal the clapping monkey hands, as the statue gleefully enjoys his little entertainment of the moment.