Hope Harper Daddy's Monkey Business ((top)) May 2026

It was hidden under a pile of banana receipts: a leather-bound journal filled with her father’s cramped handwriting. But it wasn’t about bookkeeping. It was about heists .

“Phase One: Lullaby the capuchin – small size, nimble fingers. Phase Two: The Gala at the Savannah Natural History Museum – closing night of the ‘Gems of the Congo’ exhibit. Phase Three: Exit via the mandrill habitat – no one questions a mandrill.”

Hope looked at Cha-Cha, who was now picking her nose and eating it. Then she looked at her father – the man who’d been dismissed as a crank, who’d raised her among spider monkeys and howlers, who’d taught her that responsibility meant protecting the ones who couldn’t protect themselves. hope harper daddy's monkey business

“Hear me out! Mr. Gibbons is a legend. He’s got orangutans that play poker. A mandrill who does taxes. Taxes , Hope.”

Her father smiled. “That’s the part I haven’t figured out yet.” It was hidden under a pile of banana

The second week, things got weird.

“Excellent.” Gibbons clapped his hands. “Now, let’s talk money.” “Phase One: Lullaby the capuchin – small size,

“It’s not what you think, Hope. It’s a rescue.”