WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:04.440 The switchblade’s knife glints in the dark, and  the bully holding it runs through the arcade,   00:00:04.440 --> 00:00:10.560 glinting in terror. The Kid watches, shocked  by the insanity unfolding, as twenty tiny,   00:00:10.560 --> 00:00:16.740 vicious gorillas chase the knife-wielding bully  as tears streak his face. This situation defies   00:00:16.740 --> 00:00:24.000 all explanation, unless you know about  SCP-3092. Let’s go back to the beginning.  00:00:24.000 --> 00:00:30.000 The Kid almost trips over his laces as his Chucks  hammer against the sidewalk. The headphones for   00:00:30.000 --> 00:00:36.120 his Walkman bounce against his neck as the wind  rushes past. Heaving in as much air as he can, the   00:00:36.120 --> 00:00:41.700 Kid runs through town looking desperately this way  and that for any grown-ups he recognizes. No one. 00:00:41.700 --> 00:00:47.520 Just strangers with thick mustaches and perms,  chatting outside Blockbuster and Waldenbooks,   00:00:47.520 --> 00:00:52.200 totally oblivious to the fact that he’s  running for his life. The Kid cocks an ear,   00:00:52.200 --> 00:00:57.660 and sure enough, he hears that all-too-familiar  rolling clattering sound coming after him. The   00:00:57.660 --> 00:01:02.400 skateboards are catching up. A few insults  catch on the wind and float across to him. 00:01:03.120 --> 00:01:08.280 Four eyes. Earthworm. And a good few names  that he doesn’t want to repeat. Apparently,   00:01:08.280 --> 00:01:11.640 their town used to have a good Native  American community, that’s why his parents   00:01:11.640 --> 00:01:16.020 had moved here. But nowadays, it seems  to just be white faces all around him.   00:01:16.800 --> 00:01:20.460 From what the bullies are shouting as they  chase him - and the total apathy of the   00:01:20.460 --> 00:01:24.540 grown-ups on the sidewalks at the words -  it’s no wonder everyone else moved away. 00:01:24.540 --> 00:01:30.300 A rock hits the back of his head, almost knocking  his glasses off. The sound of the tiny wheels   00:01:30.300 --> 00:01:36.900 roars louder and louder with every block. He needs  to find an escape. And fast. Home’s way too far   00:01:36.900 --> 00:01:42.900 away. His parents aren’t expecting him home until  nightfall, he needs a spot to lay low. The arcade?   00:01:42.900 --> 00:01:48.000 It’s closed today, but the owner told him where  the spare key is. He could go there, but he needs   00:01:48.000 --> 00:01:51.960 to lose them first. His lungs are burning,  and his legs are starting to give up on him. 00:01:52.500 --> 00:01:53.040 Ice! 00:01:53.580 --> 00:01:57.900 The Kid sees it too late and steps straight  onto a patch of it. His Converse slides out   00:01:57.900 --> 00:02:01.560 from under him and flings his limbs  this way and that trying desperately   00:02:01.560 --> 00:02:06.060 to stay on his feet as he skids across  the ice. His momentum throws him forward,   00:02:06.060 --> 00:02:10.140 and he sticks out another foot, catching  himself back on the sidewalk. Perfect. 00:02:10.140 --> 00:02:14.040 He turns just in time to see the four  bullies on their skateboards hitting   00:02:14.040 --> 00:02:16.860 the patch and going flying.  They land in a heap together,   00:02:16.860 --> 00:02:20.580 groaning and scuffling, trying  to get back up. Now’s his chance. 00:02:20.580 --> 00:02:25.440 The Kid shoots off down an alleyway, loops  back around the block, turns up a side street,   00:02:25.440 --> 00:02:29.940 and arrives at the arcade without having  looked back once. He snatches the key   00:02:29.940 --> 00:02:33.960 from under the gutter and looks around the  quiet street. Nobody there, thank goodness. 00:02:33.960 --> 00:02:39.000 He darts through the door and locks it behind  him with trembling fingers. Tears flood his eyes   00:02:39.000 --> 00:02:44.580 as he lets his forehead rest against the door.  Every day. Every damn day it’s more of the same.   00:02:45.120 --> 00:02:48.900 Why can’t he just have some peace?  Why can’t he just be normal? 00:02:49.740 --> 00:02:53.940 The Kid stands there crying for a long time.  He can’t tell his parents what’s going on,   00:02:53.940 --> 00:02:58.320 they’ve got enough of their own problems.  He tried to tell his teachers, but at lunch,   00:02:58.320 --> 00:03:02.400 he overheard them laughing and joking  about it all between themselves. It   00:03:02.400 --> 00:03:04.860 just sometimes feels like no one’s on his side. 00:03:06.240 --> 00:03:10.260 The Kid takes a deep breath and rubs the  moisture out of his eyes. That’s enough.   00:03:10.260 --> 00:03:15.720 If he keeps thinking about it all day, it’s only  gonna feel worse. He’s on his own now, he’s safe.   00:03:15.720 --> 00:03:21.420 What he needs to do is just enjoy the little bit  of peace he has now, before it all starts again. 00:03:21.420 --> 00:03:26.580 And what better place to be laying low  than the arcade? He hits the lights. 00:03:26.580 --> 00:03:32.220 Pinball, claw machines, and arcade cabinets all  light up and start playing over one another. Air   00:03:32.220 --> 00:03:37.080 hockey, basketball hoops, and Fussball all beep  at him invitingly. He can’t help but let a smile   00:03:37.080 --> 00:03:41.400 spread across his face. He walks across the  carpet looking this way and that at Frogger,   00:03:41.400 --> 00:03:46.080 Pac-Man, Galaga, Donkey Kong. So  many choices… so many choices… 00:03:46.080 --> 00:03:50.280 He hops on the counter and hits the  side of the cash register. It pops open,   00:03:50.280 --> 00:03:54.780 revealing trays stacked full of quarters.  Mr. Burns, the guy who owns the place,   00:03:54.780 --> 00:03:57.780 told him he’s allowed to let himself  in and use the money in the register   00:03:57.780 --> 00:04:01.980 to play whenever he wants. On the house. As  the Kid scoops a handful out of the drawer,   00:04:01.980 --> 00:04:05.820 he realizes he might not be totally  on his own in this town after all. 00:04:06.420 --> 00:04:10.560 Pac-Man beeps into life as soon as the  quarters fall into the slot. He grabs the   00:04:10.560 --> 00:04:14.580 joystick and stares intently at the screen,  darting this way and that through the maze,   00:04:14.580 --> 00:04:19.440 munching, munching, munching. Try as they  might, the four ghosts just can’t catch   00:04:19.440 --> 00:04:24.180 him. The Kid grins. All that time running from  four bullies wasn’t quite for nothing, was it? 00:04:24.180 --> 00:04:28.260 But after a couple of levels he  gets bored. He always plays Pac-Man,   00:04:28.260 --> 00:04:32.700 so much so that he’s memorized his route through  the first few levels. Kinda takes the fun out of   00:04:32.700 --> 00:04:36.900 things a bit. He lets the ghosts surround him  and watches Pac-Man swirl away into nothing. 00:04:36.900 --> 00:04:41.160 Frogger isn’t much better. He never really  clicked with this one for some reason,   00:04:41.160 --> 00:04:45.300 just felt too stop-start. He lets the  frog get run over and stands back,   00:04:45.300 --> 00:04:48.720 letting out a sigh. Is there anything  in here he hasn’t touched yet? 00:04:49.320 --> 00:04:52.800 Wait, what’s that? In the corner  of the room, there’s a new machine,   00:04:52.800 --> 00:04:56.280 still half covered in a sheet. It  hasn’t even been plugged into the   00:04:56.280 --> 00:05:00.420 wall yet. The Kid skips over to it  and bends down to hook it up. There. 00:05:01.260 --> 00:05:04.500 He stands back, takes hold of the  sheet, and pulls as dramatically as   00:05:04.500 --> 00:05:10.080 he can. It billows and unfurls  to reveal… a claw machine. Oh. 00:05:10.080 --> 00:05:16.080 It’s just another claw machine. Black-Tie Toys  is written on the side in classic 80s lettering,   00:05:16.080 --> 00:05:20.700 just under 2 meters tall or so. Nothing to  make it stand out from the other cabinets   00:05:20.700 --> 00:05:24.840 in here. But not only does it look boring,  it doesn’t have anything he wants inside.   00:05:24.840 --> 00:05:30.600 Just a bunch of plushee gorillas. Not exactly  a brand-new cabinet, but worth a shot anyway.   00:05:31.500 --> 00:05:34.680 The Kid slots a coin in and cracks  his knuckles. Here goes nothing. 00:05:35.580 --> 00:05:39.960 The claw swings into life at the slightest touch  of the joystick. These things are normally rigged,   00:05:39.960 --> 00:05:43.800 so he’s not exactly expecting much from  it. May as well just drop the claw here,   00:05:43.800 --> 00:05:47.220 all the toys in this one  are the same anyway. No way! 00:05:47.220 --> 00:05:51.180 It’s caught onto one of the gorilla’s feet,  lifting the toy up as it dangles upside   00:05:51.180 --> 00:05:56.700 down. It swings precariously this way and  that as the claw guides it over to the hole.   00:05:56.700 --> 00:05:59.880 It’s a defective toy with a bit of  stitching loose on its shoulder,   00:05:59.880 --> 00:06:03.840 but he couldn’t care less. The thrill  of getting one first time, it’s… 00:06:04.500 --> 00:06:06.600 The toy drops into the chute  and thumps to the bottom,   00:06:06.600 --> 00:06:11.760 just behind the little door. The Kid punches the  air and yells in triumph. He did it, first try! 00:06:12.540 --> 00:06:16.980 He bends down and reaches out to the little  flap, just as the flap opens by itself.   00:06:17.700 --> 00:06:22.020 He freezes as the little toy gorilla opens the  door for himself and hops out onto the carpet.   00:06:22.560 --> 00:06:26.580 The Kid yelps and jumps backwards, tripping  over his feet. Somewhere in that chute,   00:06:26.580 --> 00:06:31.980 between falling in and popping out, this  little toy had… well, it had come alive! 00:06:32.880 --> 00:06:37.080 The little gorilla does the same as the Kid,  leaping backwards defensively. It raises   00:06:37.080 --> 00:06:41.760 two soft fists with surprisingly dexterous  fingers and looks the Kid up and down warily. 00:06:42.360 --> 00:06:46.140 It orders the Kid, in a stern,  militaristic voice, to identify himself. 00:06:46.920 --> 00:06:52.080 The Kid’s jaw drops open. It can speak? The  little plushee gorilla’s voice is gruff but   00:06:52.080 --> 00:06:55.800 high-pitched enough to match his size.  He barely comes up to the Kid’s knee. 00:06:56.340 --> 00:06:57.960 The Gorilla asks him if he’s friendly. 00:06:57.960 --> 00:07:01.500 The Kid nods quickly. The gorilla’s eye narrow. 00:07:01.500 --> 00:07:04.440 ‘What’s your favorite fruit?’ the Gorilla asks. 00:07:05.460 --> 00:07:06.000 ‘Bananas.’ 00:07:06.000 --> 00:07:10.320 ‘Phew,’ the gorilla says, dropping his  fists. ‘You never can be too careful.’ 00:07:10.320 --> 00:07:15.660 The Kid dusts himself off and climbs to his feet.  The gorilla deftly scales the side of the claw   00:07:15.660 --> 00:07:21.060 machine and hangs off it, surveying the arcade.  The Kid asks his name, which seems to stump the   00:07:21.060 --> 00:07:25.740 little toy. It picks at the loose stitching on his  shoulder. The Kid suggests calling him Stitches. 00:07:25.740 --> 00:07:28.200 The gorilla salutes at the sound of his new name. 00:07:28.200 --> 00:07:31.200 ‘Alright, kid, what’s the  operation? Give me the sitrep.’ 00:07:31.920 --> 00:07:37.560 Operation? Sit rep? The Kid stands  there nonplussed for a moment. Well,   00:07:37.560 --> 00:07:41.400 they’re in an arcade. Stitches  nods sagely, taking the intel on   00:07:41.400 --> 00:07:45.600 board. And they have to stay here until  nightfall. The little gorilla has already   00:07:45.600 --> 00:07:49.320 swung himself up on top of the machine to  get a better view of strategic locations. 00:07:49.320 --> 00:07:51.540 ‘And where are the hostiles?’ 00:07:51.540 --> 00:07:56.100 The Kid hesitates. Stitches looks down at  him knowingly. An unspoken understanding   00:07:56.100 --> 00:08:00.480 passes between them, they could be attacked  at any moment. The pair of them take a walk   00:08:00.480 --> 00:08:04.440 around the room, the Kid explaining the  situation. Four bullies. Three entrances;   00:08:04.440 --> 00:08:09.240 front door, alley door, and a window. No  back rooms or hallways, those are all locked. 00:08:09.240 --> 00:08:12.660 The gorilla takes a candy cane from behind  the counter and sticks it in the side of his   00:08:12.660 --> 00:08:16.380 mouth like a cigar. He doesn’t seem to  be able to chew it or even suck on it,   00:08:16.380 --> 00:08:19.680 he is just a toy, after all, but the  Kid feels like he can’t really point   00:08:19.680 --> 00:08:23.160 that out. He has no idea how  fragile his comrade’s ego is. 00:08:23.160 --> 00:08:28.500 ‘Look. I can’t actually taste it okay? I can only  see, hear and touch. I’m insecure about it, leave   00:08:28.500 --> 00:08:33.120 me alone. We haven’t got much time anyway,’ the  gorilla says. ‘We’ve got to prepare our defenses.’ 00:08:33.900 --> 00:08:35.040 The two of them go to work,   00:08:35.040 --> 00:08:38.820 Stitches barking orders at the Kid as they  ready themselves for the bullies’ arrival. 00:08:39.600 --> 00:08:42.180 The Kid asks Stitches what exactly their aim is. 00:08:42.180 --> 00:08:44.520 The plushee looks at the Kid  like it’s a trick question. 00:08:44.520 --> 00:08:49.440 ‘Total domination. Absolute victory.  Annihilation. A butchering.’ 00:08:50.220 --> 00:08:54.420 The Kid straightens, suddenly feeling  very unsure about all of this. He tells   00:08:54.420 --> 00:08:57.120 Stitches that he doesn’t want to  kill anyone, or anything like that. 00:08:57.120 --> 00:08:58.080 ‘Kill?!’ 00:08:58.080 --> 00:09:01.200 The little gorilla falls backwards  off the coin machine in surprise. 00:09:01.200 --> 00:09:05.100 ‘Kill? No, no, no, no! What’s wrong with  you? Of course not! We’re going to tickle,   00:09:05.100 --> 00:09:07.680 bamboozle, inconvenience, and bonk. Where those   00:09:07.680 --> 00:09:10.080 things fit within the confines of  the Geneva Convention, of course.’ 00:09:10.080 --> 00:09:12.260 BANG BANG BANG! 00:09:12.260 --> 00:09:16.560 The hammering fists on the door are  so loud that it shakes on its hinges.   00:09:16.560 --> 00:09:19.440 They’ve barely had 10 minutes  to get ready, that’s not far.   00:09:20.220 --> 00:09:24.840 The Kid can see the shadows of feet blocking the  street light. His knees go weak almost straight   00:09:24.840 --> 00:09:28.260 away at the sound of their catcalling  through the cracks. They’ve found him. 00:09:28.260 --> 00:09:32.100 He could make a break for the alley  door? If he’s quiet enough, he could… 00:09:32.100 --> 00:09:36.300 But it’s too late. As he looks at the fire  escape, he can see another pair of legs   00:09:36.300 --> 00:09:40.080 blocking his exit. No point jumping out of the  window, they’d see him straight away and have   00:09:40.080 --> 00:09:46.200 him blocked off from both sides. He looks down at  his squishy little companion. They have no choice. 00:09:46.800 --> 00:09:49.620 It’s time for gorilla warfare. 00:09:50.400 --> 00:09:54.900 The front door crashes open, splinters of wood  flying everywhere, and three of the bullies storm   00:09:54.900 --> 00:10:00.000 in. Front and center is their Ringleader, dressed  in all-black skater clothes with a constant sneer   00:10:00.000 --> 00:10:05.220 on his face he must easily be a good foot taller  than the kid. But even he looks small standing in   00:10:05.220 --> 00:10:09.900 between the Twins. Hulking egg-shaped boys with  no hair on their heads or glints in their eyes. 00:10:09.900 --> 00:10:14.340 The banging noise behind the Kid tells him that  the fourth bully is trying to kick his way through   00:10:14.340 --> 00:10:18.420 the alley door. But they don’t have time to  deal with that now, the Twins are storming over   00:10:18.420 --> 00:10:23.640 to him like a pair of freight trains. His legs  are really shaking now, he needs to move but… 00:10:23.640 --> 00:10:28.080 Stitches is gone! That loyal gorilla that  had been at his side just a moment ago.   00:10:28.080 --> 00:10:32.880 But as soon as trouble arrived, he’d  disappeared. Just like they always do. 00:10:33.600 --> 00:10:36.840 The Twins are nearly upon him now.  The Kid doesn’t have a choice,   00:10:36.840 --> 00:10:40.860 he takes a deep breath and closes  his eyes, ready for a beating. 00:10:40.860 --> 00:10:43.268 ‘HHHHYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’ 00:10:43.268 --> 00:10:48.660 The primal scream fills the arcade. Out of the  rafters, a tiny toy gorilla swings down on a loose   00:10:48.660 --> 00:10:53.340 cable, heading straight for the Twins’ faces.  Their round faces barely have time to go from   00:10:53.340 --> 00:10:59.220 ‘angry’ to ‘confused’ before the cuddly toy is on  top of them, pummeling them with its soft fists. 00:10:59.220 --> 00:11:03.360 Turns out those fists aren’t worth much  in a fight. Twin 1 pulls the ape off   00:11:03.360 --> 00:11:06.300 his face and holds it arm's length.  The two of them stare at Stitches,   00:11:06.300 --> 00:11:10.260 who’s swinging his fists wildly through  thin air. Apparently lacking the brain   00:11:10.260 --> 00:11:13.380 power to be stunned that an inanimate  cuddly toy has gained sentience,   00:11:13.380 --> 00:11:17.820 Twin 1 tosses Stitches over the arcade cabinets,  and the pair of them continue their advance. 00:11:18.720 --> 00:11:22.620 Except the distraction worked just long  enough. The Kid grins and runs around   00:11:22.620 --> 00:11:25.440 the cotton candy machine, which  by now is rumbling and banging,   00:11:25.440 --> 00:11:30.600 letting out a thin plume of smoke. His smile  falters as they close in on him. Any second now… 00:11:30.600 --> 00:11:34.740 But the Twins are closing in on him,  thick arms outstretched to grab him when… 00:11:34.740 --> 00:11:35.580 BANG! 00:11:35.580 --> 00:11:40.260 The cotton candy machine explodes. Hot  sugary webbing bursts out in all directions,   00:11:40.260 --> 00:11:44.580 wrapping around the bullies and missing the top  of the Kid’s ducking head by less than an inch. 00:11:44.580 --> 00:11:48.780 He can’t believe that actually worked.  Taking a step back to survey the damage,   00:11:48.780 --> 00:11:53.040 he looks down at the enormous Twins, bound up  in cotton candy, and arguing with each other. 00:11:53.700 --> 00:11:58.560 The alley door crashes open, and the fourth  bully rushes in. He’s skinny with tattoos all   00:11:58.560 --> 00:12:03.540 down both his arms. Looking at him now up close,  the Kid reckons he must be a good ten years older   00:12:03.540 --> 00:12:07.920 than the other bullies. Why he’s still hanging  out with high school kids is anyone’s guess. 00:12:08.640 --> 00:12:11.880 The Kid gulps. He’s only got  one more trick up his sleeve,   00:12:11.880 --> 00:12:15.240 but two bullies left to go. The  Ringleader’s disappeared somewhere.   00:12:15.240 --> 00:12:18.900 He can’t worry about that now though,  he just has to focus on the Old One. 00:12:19.560 --> 00:12:23.280 The man is leering at him from the back  of the arcade. He reaches round to his   00:12:23.280 --> 00:12:27.960 back pocket and pulls out something small  and shiny. Flicking open the knife blade,   00:12:27.960 --> 00:12:31.200 he spins the blade around between  his fingers and winks at the Kid. 00:12:31.980 --> 00:12:37.200 He feels all the blood leave his face. This isn’t  a game anymore. He needs to get out of here. 00:12:37.920 --> 00:12:41.700 The Kid makes a break for it, running  towards the open front doors but in a flash,   00:12:41.700 --> 00:12:46.200 the Old Bully is in front of him, playing with  the knife and smiling that same sinister smile.   00:12:46.860 --> 00:12:50.700 He tries to run back the other way,  to the alley door but the Bully is   00:12:50.700 --> 00:12:54.840 blocking him again before he can even  take a few steps. How is he that fast? 00:12:55.680 --> 00:13:00.660 Be calm, be calm. Think. The Kid reaches  into his pocket. Here goes nothing. 00:13:01.440 --> 00:13:05.520 He turns to run back to the front doors but,  this time, throws the pinballs all across the   00:13:05.520 --> 00:13:09.600 carpet. For a second, it looks like it hasn’t  worked, the Old Bully steps in the gaps between   00:13:09.600 --> 00:13:14.100 the pinballs. He looks down to see them all there  scattered around in front of him, but too late. 00:13:14.100 --> 00:13:18.540 His foot is already landing on about five  metal balls that all shoot out from under him.   00:13:19.200 --> 00:13:23.880 He goes flying, crashing right into a Galaga  machine head first. His leg twitches a couple   00:13:23.880 --> 00:13:27.780 times then he goes still. The knife flies  out of his hand, arcing through the air,   00:13:27.780 --> 00:13:33.060 spinning round and round and round before  landing with a gentle thud on the soft carpet. 00:13:33.060 --> 00:13:37.560 A sneaker treads onto the handle. A sneaker  attached to a hairy leg sticking out of a   00:13:37.560 --> 00:13:41.640 pair of cord pants. The Ringleader bends  over to pick up the blade, flicks it open,   00:13:41.640 --> 00:13:46.080 and holds it against the neck of the little  gorilla clutched in his arms. It would almost   00:13:46.080 --> 00:13:50.880 look funny, the bully threatening a cuddly  toy, if the toy wasn’t writhing around in fear. 00:13:50.880 --> 00:13:54.300 The Kid cries out in panic for the  knife-wielding bully to put his plush   00:13:54.300 --> 00:13:59.100 gorilla friend down. He’s got nothing left.  No more tricks up his sleeve. It’s over. 00:13:59.760 --> 00:14:03.300 The Bully just grins maniacally  at him and pushes the knife harder   00:14:03.300 --> 00:14:06.540 against the squishy neck. He’s got  Stitches by the shoulder of his arm,   00:14:06.540 --> 00:14:10.680 just above where the stitching is coming  loose. The Bully’s back is to the cash   00:14:10.680 --> 00:14:15.540 register. On the wall behind him, dozens  of giant cuddly prizes hang lifeless. 00:14:15.540 --> 00:14:19.860 The Bully hisses that the kid is gonna  pay for making them run all over town. 00:14:19.860 --> 00:14:24.780 The Kid nods his head. He will, he  promises. They can beat him up or   00:14:24.780 --> 00:14:28.740 whatever they like. Just don’t hurt Stitches.  The Bully laughs at the gorilla’s name. 00:14:28.740 --> 00:14:32.640 ‘You gave him a name! You’re such  a loser. Couldn’t come up with   00:14:32.640 --> 00:14:35.340 anything better than Stitches?  What does that name even mean?’ 00:14:35.340 --> 00:14:39.120 ‘Let me show you!’ the gorilla  yells. Twisting away from the   00:14:39.120 --> 00:14:42.120 blade he reaches into the gap in  his shoulder, crying out in pain,   00:14:42.120 --> 00:14:47.160 and pulls out handfuls of stuffing, throwing them  up into the Bully’s face. It doesn’t do much,   00:14:47.160 --> 00:14:51.660 but it’s enough to distract him. The  Kid seizes his chance, dashing forward   00:14:51.660 --> 00:14:55.500 and shoving the Bully square in the chest,  knocking him backwards and freeing Stitches. 00:14:55.500 --> 00:14:58.140 The little gorilla runs off  to safety straight away. 00:14:58.140 --> 00:15:01.200 The Kid can hardly believe what he’s seeing. 00:15:01.740 --> 00:15:06.600 The Bully is getting to his feet now, knife  still in hand, snarling. But almost immediately,   00:15:06.600 --> 00:15:12.240 his snarling is drowned out by the sound  of a shrieking primate, then another one. 00:15:12.240 --> 00:15:16.440 Both Kid and Bully wheel round to see  Stitches swinging across the wall of   00:15:16.440 --> 00:15:21.240 stuffed toys giving them high fives. As soon  as he touches each of them, they transform,   00:15:21.240 --> 00:15:26.820 falling and turning, into crazed gorillas.  All of them rushing straight at the Bully. 00:15:27.540 --> 00:15:31.440 His eyes widen in terror, he turns on his  heel and runs out through the open doors,   00:15:31.440 --> 00:15:36.420 pursued by a small army. He lashes out wildly  as he goes, striking one of the gorilla’s down. 00:15:37.260 --> 00:15:41.220 Stitches and the Kid chase him to the  doorway and watch as the little toy   00:15:41.220 --> 00:15:45.720 gorillas chase the bully off into the night,  swinging on lamp posts and leaping over cars. 00:15:45.720 --> 00:15:49.260 ‘Good thing he ran,’ Stitches  climbs up onto the Kid’s shoulder,   00:15:49.260 --> 00:15:53.520 popping his candy cane cigar back into  his mouth. ‘Our fists are about as hard   00:15:53.520 --> 00:15:56.580 as Hello Kitty’s. Let’s see how long  it takes him to figure that one out.’ 00:15:56.580 --> 00:16:01.320 A whimper behind them sobers the moment.  Turning around, they see the body of the   00:16:01.320 --> 00:16:05.460 gorilla toy that the bully punched as he  left. It lies slumped on a pinball machine,   00:16:05.460 --> 00:16:09.360 stuffing bursting from its chest.  Plumes of cotton cover the glass. 00:16:09.360 --> 00:16:14.640 Stitches buries his head in the Kid’s neck,  sickened and devastated by the casualty. 00:16:14.640 --> 00:16:17.340 The dying gorilla looks at him with beady   00:16:17.340 --> 00:16:22.260 little eyes. It raises a dramatic hand  towards him, breathing in shaky gasps. 00:16:22.260 --> 00:16:27.900 ‘Mr Stitches… I don’t peel so good…’ 00:16:27.900 --> 00:16:33.300 Like a community theater actor doing Shakespeare,  the little toy dies a dramatic death.   00:16:33.960 --> 00:16:39.000 Throwing his head back he takes one  desperate gasping breath and falls still. 00:16:39.720 --> 00:16:45.480 The Kid stands there in shock. Except, the little  gorilla does seem to be breathing. Very lightly,   00:16:45.480 --> 00:16:49.440 as if pretending he’s dead. The Kid  sidles up to the cabinet and pokes him. 00:16:49.440 --> 00:16:50.100 ‘Hello?’ 00:16:50.820 --> 00:16:55.380 He pokes the gorilla again. It opens  one eye and looks at him annoyed. 00:16:55.380 --> 00:16:56.880 ‘I’m out of the game, leave me alone.’ 00:16:56.880 --> 00:16:59.220 Stitches hits the Kid on the side of the head. 00:16:59.220 --> 00:17:01.620 ‘Let him be out of the game  in peace. Show some respect.’ 00:17:02.160 --> 00:17:02.820 ‘Sorry.’ 00:17:03.420 --> 00:17:07.500 The Kid clasps his hands together in  humility and stands by the pretend-dying   00:17:07.500 --> 00:17:12.960 gorilla. Stitches salutes. Until they get  bored and go off to play a game of Galaga. 00:17:12.960 --> 00:17:17.700 Check out the Dr. Bob Patreon and become  a junior researcher today! Now go and   00:17:17.700 --> 00:17:22.800 watch another entry from the files of Dr.  Bob, like SCP-705 - Militaristic Play-Doh.