Bubbles

'Give him another banana,' the bank teller whispered loudly. 'He keeps trying to grab at the money in my jacket.'
'He's a girl actually,' said another man in a trench coat and fedora. 'And I've kinda got my hands full here. Orang-utans are quite heavy, you know.'
'Well, where's Jim got to then?' said the first man
'He's bringing the car around. He should be here in a few – OWW,' the man in the fedora broke off suddenly.
'What's wrong?'
'She keeps kicking me. Can you grab her legs? No wait! Can you get the bananas out of my bag?'

Bubbles the orang-utan, latterly a resident of the city zoo, seemed oblivious to the pandemonium around her. She eagerly seized the banana offered to her by the bank teller and promptly started to whack him over the head with it. This drumbeat continued for several minutes before being interrupted by the arrival of a sleek, black limousine.

'Thank God you're here, Jim,' said Mr. Fedora as the driver emerged from the limo. 'What took you so long?'
'Paying for the parking took me longer than I expected. Couldn't find the correct change. It's a bit difficult when you don't have pockets,' explained Jim as he walked around the side of limo and revealed himself to be in a state of complete undress.
'Urgh, I wish you'd put some clothes on,' said the bank teller pulling bits of mashed banana out of his hair. 'I can't believe you would continue with your alternative lifestyle while we're pulling off an operation as sensitive as this.'
'My car, my rules,' Jim said simply.

The next few minutes were filled with much physical exertion as the three men hauled Bubbles into the front seat of the limo.
'I'm glad we didn't go for one of those big Bornean males now,' said Mr. Fedora. 'This Sumatran female is quite big enough as it is. Now that I think about, maybe we should have chosen an even smaller one? We might cause even more of a stir if we took one of the babies.'
'Oh no!' exclaimed the bank teller. 'I can't believe you'd even think about lugging this thing back and getting another one. I didn't get all this banana in my hair for nothing.'
'Would you guys stop fighting and get this great lump away from the Hi-Fi,' Jim interjected.
'Hey Jim, ever read any Poe?' asked Mr. Fedora. 'You know, The Murders in the Rue Morgue?'
'No, what's that got to do with anything?'
'Um, not much. I just think it'd be better to let her play with the Hi-Fi if she wants to.'

Jim sat in the driver's seat and wiped the sweat off his brow although, due to recent proximity of his naked skin and the cold night air, he was probably the coolest of the three.
'Phew,' he said looking over at Bubbles who was finally strapped into the front passenger seat next to him. 'I'm glad that's done. Are you guys in back okay?'
'This is crazy,' said the bank teller. 'I can't believe we actually did this. Remind me of our plan.'
'Well,' said Jim. 'The first step was getting the gorilla.'
'Orang-utan.'
'Orang-utan then. The second step is telling the authorities and the zoo that we've got this banana-eating menace. And, of course, the third step involves us collecting the …'
The three men turned to look at each other and their voices rang out joyfully in unison:
'MONEY!'