Monkey Kingdom

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The wilds of Sri Lanka,

land of myth and legend.

Where rocky pinnacles overlook

vast tropical forests.

And an abandoned city

lies shrouded in jungle.

The kings who once reigned

here are long gone.

These days, there's a new

dynasty in residence.

But this one is governed by

the law of the jungle.

I know what you're thinking.

"Being a macaque monkey

is just fun and games."

But, actually,

it's an intricate society

of 50 members

bound together

by a strict social order.

In this troop,

every waking moment

is a reminder of your place.

From a seemingly

innocent greeting.

Oh! He'll learn.

To your choice

of sleeping branch.

Upper class,

basking in the morning sun.

Lower class,

shivering in the cold.

Your social rank

even determines

what you can eat.

Nowhere is that clearer

than here.

The kingdom's

most prized fig tree.

Only those at the top

of the social ladder

can eat at the top of the tree

where the ripest fruit

is found.

And at the very top,

the alpha male himself,

Raja.

He is the king

of Monkey Kingdom.

See that move?

That's macaque for "Back off."

Raja arrived from the outside

and fought his way to the top.

So, you know,

he's earned the pampering.

But, if he wants to stay

on top,

he's gotta keep

the real power brokers happy.

The three females

on the other high branches.

The queens behind the king.

The Sisterhood.

Whether you remember them

by their red faces

or their ruthless natures,

you will remember them.

These ladies

get what they want.

Their children

get what they want.

Everything that is good

in the forest

is reserved for them.

Like royalty,

they were born into privilege,

and that's the way

it's gonna stay.

Do not get on their bad side.

Descending the tree,

we descend the social ladder.

With each branch,

the fruit is less ripe,

and the monkey lower in rank.

Until,

at the bottom,

the heroine of this story,

Maya.

Maya's got big, friendly eyes,

three distinctive spots

on her nose,

and, I think you'll agree,

a pretty rad hairdo.

She was born eight years ago,

at the bottom of the troop,

just like her mother.

And her mother before that.

When you're at the bottom,

you're either in the way,

or you don't even exist.

But every day,

you're paying your dues

to monkeys like Raja

without any chance

of promotion.

And so,

back under the fig tree,

Maya takes whatever scraps

fall her way.

A low-born like herself simply

can't improve her position

or dream of eating

from a higher branch.

Yet this is the story

of how Maya fights

to beat the odds

and make a better life.

For Maya and the troop,

home is Castle Rock,

a magnificent granite outcrop

at the center of the kingdom.

It's the most sought-after

residence for miles around.

It's a pretty sweet

neighborhood.

Sweeping views

of their territory

are perfect

for spotting rivals.

It's got plenty of rec rooms,

nature's finest roof,

and, of course,

the original jungle gym.

The monkeys think

they own this rock

but there are some tenants.

There's a mongoose

in the building.

Day after day

they ask him to play.

And his answer is always,

"No, thank you."

But rejection only increases

their determination.

They will play

with this mongoose

if it is the last thing

they do.

Nothing will stop them.

Even his absence.

Continuing their search...

"Sloth bear!"

"It's cool.

I knew he was in there.

"Just a bear."

Mama sloth bear

is keeping her cubs cool,

rehydrating them with

her saliva.

She's also keeping her cubs

safe from

this guy,

the unwelcome suitor outside.

Mama keeps her cubs well hidden

until he leaves, or...

That'll do.

He's not dead.

He's just asleep.

Every morning,

the troop leaves Castle Rock

to scour the forest

for breakfast.

Maya can't afford

to be a picky eater.

Don't worry.

Bambi's not on the menu.

And this squirrel won't seem

to give up his food. Oh.

But, uh,

maybe this is promising.

Ugh.

At nearly 40 years old,

Grandpa only moves

when the group tells him

it's worthwhile.

That's monkey-speak

for "Jackpot!"

But guess who got there first.

Mushrooms are like

potato chips for the sisters.

Once they start,

they just can't stop.

Maya waits. This is what

it means to be last in line.

By the time your turn comes,

there's nothing left.

Midday, a scorcher.

Too much lunch.

It's already Grandpa's

fourth nap of the day.

Raja and the sisters

enjoy the sweet dreams

of the high-born.

Maya, on the other hand...

The sisters' kids

don't feel like napping.

Maya makes

the best play structure.

She'd love to object,

but one swat

at the sisters' kids

and there would be big trouble.

Maya just has to take it.

Even if they use her tail

as a rope swing.

That's gotta hurt.

"Guys, don't mess

with the hair."

At just one month old,

these kids already know

Maya's place.

And it's not up there.

So they can poke Maya

in the eye repeatedly.

And forage for food

inside her mouth!

That's rude.

Maya will never know

the sweet life,

but she does get a break

occasionally.

To de-stress, macaques visit

their less

sophisticated cousins,

the langurs,

treating them like pets.

Seems to lower the blood

pressure and calm the nerves.

The langurs don't mind.

In fact,

they may not even notice.

Not the sharpest tools

in the shed,

these guys.

And if you want a super fun,

stimulating playmate,

you might have to keep looking.

Now, on the other hand,

a group of intelligent monkeys

is very hard to sneak up on.

Even engrossed in grooming,

Maya has the eyes of her troop

looking out for danger.

The alarm is sounded.

The close escape

is a chilling reminder for Maya

of why she can never leave

her group.

Life at the bottom may be hard,

but striking out on her own

would be too dangerous.

While Maya can't leave,

that doesn't mean something

good can't come to her.

His name is Kumar.

15 pounds of hunky monkey.

Like all young males,

this dashing newcomer

left his birth troop

to find a permanent home.

Maya sizes him up.

Kumar is giving Maya the eye.

If Raja catches Kumar flirting,

he'll drive the newcomer away.

Kumar can't get kicked out now.

It's courtship season.

Males throughout the forest

are pulling out their

best moves.

Kumar is no exception.

But he's got a problem.

There's that Raja again,

guarding Maya for himself.

If Kumar knows

what's good for him,

he'll stay under the radar.

"Nobody here, nope."

"I'm just waiting

for a friend."

Maya is smart enough

to pretend not to care.

Raja's position as alpha

gives him first rights

in all things.

Raja won't give Maya

the time of day.

Then, when she's finally

got an admirer,

guess who's hanging around.

Oh, sure. Now he's interested.

Come on, Kumar.

Just play it cool, man.

Kumar needs to try

something different.

Like, maybe, I don't know, uh,

the exact same thing from

the other side of the tree.

No matter. Maya knows raw

potential when she sees it.

Finally, with Raja distracted,

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