Back in London, Mr Sanchez arrived to try and track down his brother, he had only one clue to go on.
Monkey Boy!!
He met with one of his contacts at a local pub and asked him if he knew of a "Monkey Boy."
"Yes, I have heard of a Monkey Boy, he works at DHL in Feltham"
"Really" said Mr Sanchez.
During that lunch time Mr Sanchez sneaked past the lax security at the front desk of DHL and made his way to Monkey Boys desk.
When Monkey b…sorry, Mark returned from his lunch he thought Christmas had come early. His precious chicken had returned.
Little did he know it was his evil twin!!
After days of watching Mark twat about and stare lovingly at him Mr Sanchez realised that his twin was not here (and that perhaps Monkey Boy was a bit gay). "He must be found" he said.
He waited until Mark had left his desk, when he had he noticed that Marks car keys were still on his desk. This was perfect. He could get around a lot quicker if he had a set of wheels, with that he went off to find Marks car.
He found the car parked at the far end of the car park, he stepped back, he couldn't believe that Mark drove such a rubbish car. "Its no Lambo" he said "but it sure beats walking"
He broke into the car and managed to hot wire it. There was just one problem, his evil chicken legs could not reach the pedals.
He decided to abandon the car and make a run for it.
