Moments after Stella realized the doors of the hangar were open, she was hit squarely by a can of paint that had been hurled down at her from the rafters by a set of Home Alone inspired apes.
The apes giggled as Stella tried to subdue the stars rolling through her brain. Dr. Munroe didn’t miss a beat. He wrestled away Stella’s .38 and said, bemusedly, “You didn’t actually think you’d get me onto that gyro-plane, did you?”
“Stupid monkeys,” Stella replied.
“They are apes! Not monkeys!” Dr. Munroe shrieked, losing his composure, just as she assumed he would.
The moment his eyes closed in rage, her fist connected with his face. He fell to the ground, unconscious. The .38 sliding across the floor.
Valeen kicked the weapon outside of the hangar.
“Listen, monkey,” Stella said. “He’s going with me one way or another. Do we really have to have this dance?”
Valeen didn’t speak.
Moments later, another can of paint connected with Stella, knocking her unconscious. She was now a prisoner of the Super-Apes.
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Stella Star and The City of the Super-Apes: An Open Hangar
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