In the middle of monkey city -in the town centre- a vicious battle was being fought. The sky was peppered with smoke; the air smelled like cordite; gunpowder and burnt rubber. Explosions, gunshots and the rumble of engines sounded everywhere. This was war

The life of a dart monkey, filled with battle, love, adventure, and slice of life. rated T for possible descriptions of violence, after the first arc it'll be mostly one-shots for a bit. criticism is appreciated!

A city known as the Monkey City is constantly being attacked by Bloons. This fic is about how the monkeys in the Monkey City always stop the Bloons.

I wonder how awkward it was for the first monkey general that gazed through his binoculars across the fields of bloons to find an identical general doing the same thing in his direction. Oh, points for the original title too.

Nothing like a soothing siege to help you finish that last minute project.

A former Dart Monkey is really tired of the war and asks his old mentor if there is a way to stop the Bloons

Jim was the average kid of the city of bloonza. It started getting bombed and he took his favorite dart monkey with him. They were the only survivors... Or so they thought