A trio of humans hacked through a coastal jungle. Two of the men were the goons from the first movie and the leading one was a lanky hispanic man with an unwavering look of determination on his face.
"Uhg," Tipa groaned (he's the fat goon) ,"are we there yet boss."
"For the last time," the leader snapped, turning round to face the idiots ,"we are not simply travelling from place to place, we are walking and will continue walking until we find a Golden Lion Tamarin!"
"But how long?" Tipa asked again.
"Shhhh," the leader hissed
They all dropped to the floor and watched as a golden lion tamarin scampered through the trees above them. The leader muttered something inaudible and pulled out a shotgun from behind his back and quietly loaded it with birdshot
"What are you going to do with the monkey boss?" Tipa asked.
"He's gonna shoot it you idiot," Armando answered (he's the taller, less stupid one) ,"did the fact that he hired us to help him poach not give it away?!"
(i call them poachers in this book but they're really just the same as the pet smugglers)
"Oh," Tipa replied, genuinely surprised
"Curses!" the leader muttered under his breath, "the monkey's too far to take a shot, let's move closer, stay low."
"I have a faster solution," Tipa said.
He got to his feet and started to jump about and wave his arms
"Here little monkey, here monkey!" He chimed.
The tamarin turned its head, saw the dancing fool and promptly fled.
"You know," the leader chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose ,"the reason I took you guys in is because apparently you almost completed the greatest bird smuggling in history. But turns out you two are the biggest lot of BABBLING FOOLS I have ever laid eyes upon."
"We're only trying to help boss," Armando replied, "we'll make it up to you, we promise."
"You'd better," the boss replied ,"because you know what I do to deal breakers."