In the Badajoz jungle lives Cheril, a common girl, just like every other girl of her age. She eats cucumbers, hunts panthers with her bare teeth, flys around using hanging vines and dresses with suggestive animal furs. Nothing out of the blue. But Cheril, niece in second degree of Tartan, the scottish of the apes, has higher expectations. She’s fed up with Eleuterio, the ever serious monkey, which condemns her explosions of crazy and espontaneous youthness, with the lewd stares from Mondongo the aborigin and his cousin Mojinganga, and with those damned snakes which ambush her from behind every bush in the jungle. She want’s something better. She’s decided to go to the city and become part of the “beautiful people”, just like her ancestor Tarzán of the Apes, which went to London and wore a nice Tuxedo.
Cheril gets on her way early in the morning, and soon get’s to the jungle limits. There she can behold a quite different kind of jungle: that made of asphalt and concrete. «I’m here, at last!» she exclaimed, and hit the streets. But, to her surprise, everything was silent… The streets were empty!
Unbeknownst to Cheril, the pharmaceutic enterprise “Parasol”, founded in the 60s by a couple of aberrating mad doctors, had developed a special virus which could make people incredibly beautiful and they decided to make their tests on the poor city inhabitants. The problem wasn’t the virus itself, which was awesomely well crafted and worked flawlessly, but the cistern truck which was used to transport it to the city: it was used to transport heavy morapio double-malt and wasn’t properly cleaned after that.