The LawDog Files: The Infamous Pink Gorilla Suit Story


August 26, 2008, 12:30 AM
A big part of the Sheriff's "Work smarter, not harder" philosophy involved the fine art of misdirection -- if a subject was so confused that he wasn't per-zackly sure which way was up, then he/she/it/they probably wouldn't be causing the sorts of problems which require extra paperwork. Or ER trips. Depositions. Lawsuits. That kind of thing.

Which brings us to the Pink Gorilla Suit.


Tucked not-far-enough in the back of the evidence closet was a costume that the S.O. had picked up from somewhere. As the name suggests, this was a gorilla costume, mostly pink.

Now, when I say pink, I don't think y'all quite understand the depth of pinkness we are contemplating here: It was pink, pink. Neon pink. Fluorescent pink. A pink not found anywhere in nature. A pink that, in and of itself, constituted a radiation hazard. A shade of pink which, after a single glimpse, would cause the most flamboyant Mardi Gras costumer to protest that things had gone too far.


Now, bad as this mental picture is, the long-ago insane designer of this suit had apparently decided that having only one eye-searing shade was simply too boring, so this poor unfortunate had added spats, gloves, cuffs, a bow-tie and a top hat.

All very natty, and all very mauve.

We will now pause to give the Gentle Reader enough time to fully digest the Sheer Awfulness that was the Pink Gorilla Suit.


Anyhoo, we had gotten a search warrant. Apparently our Usual Suspects had graduated to Methamphetamine, Distribution Of; and had stashed a functioning meth lab inside a garage apartment out behind the house of, and belonging to, the grandparents of Usual Suspect #3.

Our pre-warrant briefing consisted of The Sheriff reminding us of some of the knottier problems associated with executing a search warrant on a meth lab (most of which seem to involve uncontrolled high-speed random disassembly of various items and/or people) and finishing off with a reminder that the Standard Obscenity Procedure for this sort of thing was to distract the critters long enough for officers to secure the scene without any of what the Sheriff referred to as "fuss and bother."

That's when the Chief Deputy handed me the box containing the Pink Gorilla Suit.


There I was, sulking down the street in front of God and everybody, wearing a neon-pink-gorilla-suit-with-mauve-accouterments over jeans, armour and a pistol, with a search warrant tucked securely in my sleeve, and the Sheriff's exhortations to "Be distracting" ringing in my ears.

Bearing in mind that the search warrant was only for the garage and apartment, and not wanting to find myself in Animal Control's Bad Graces (again) I moped up the steps to the main house and rang the doorbell.

Light footsteps approached the door, followed by a long pause. Then the sound of the footsteps heading away from the door.


I pulled my badge out from the collar of the suit and held it prominently in one paw.

This time the footsteps were accompanied by a heavier tread. I waved my badge at the peep-hole and was rewarded with the door opened just enough for me to be beheld by an extremely suspicious eye.

I tipped my hat (top, mauve in colour) politely, "Afternoon, sir. Sheriff's Office. Pardon the interruption, but we're going to be serving a warrant on your garage and apartment. The Sheriff told me to tell you that he'd take it kindly if y'all would stay inside the house until we got things under control."

Long pause.

"Under control" murmured the gentleman slowly as he opened the door a little more fully, "Are you planning on that there control thing happening any time soon?"

Smart aleck.

"Can't really tell with this kind of thing, sir. We'll let you know as soon as possible."

Might as well get this over with. I leaned slightly right and looked around the gentleman to the lady of the house, "Ma'am", tip of the hat again, "Mind if I borrow some of your flowers?"

She looked at me, at the innocent tulips on the edge of the walk, and back to me.

"Umm. Go right ahead. You do know that you're ... pink?"

"Hadn't noticed, ma'am" I lied gallantly, while selecting a pair of yellow tulips that set off the mauve spats nicely, "We'll be around back, if you need us."

I trudged back to the street, turned left and walked down to where the driveway from the garage entered the street. The garage sat about twenty feet or so back, with the apartment being the second floor of the structure.

The only ways in or out, were two roll-up garage doors and a people-type door facing me, and the only windows to be seen were on the side facing the street.


Distracting. Hah.

I looked around and made sure that I was at the junction of the driveway and the public street, set my top hat securely on the mask, straightened the gloves and spats, took a deep breath ...

... and burst into a full-blown, top-of-the-lungs, you'll-bloody-well-hear-this-one-at-Carnegie-Hall rendition of Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap. While using the tulips as the microphone.

By God.

*snort, snort*

I did the works. Vocals. Back-up vocals. Sound effects. Kinda-sorta instruments. Howling. The whole nine yards.

And, of course, Dirty Deeds has that lovely guitar solo, which lends itself quite nicely to an air-guitar -- excuse me -- tulip guitar performance.

Well, if it didn't, it does now.

Unfortunately, the tulip-guitar solo kind of led into a dance.

It was fairly energetic dance. And maybe a touch expressive...

All right! There was gyrating going on.

However, I do not think that I was doing -quote "The gorilla version of a fan dance" -unquote; I don't think that you can do -quote "Suggestive things with a hat" -unquote when you're wearing a fur suit over armour and that over jeans; and I do take umbrage at the suggestion that I -quote "Gave them the 'Full Monkey'" -unquote.

Anyhoo, I dug down de-eeeep for that final, "YEARGH!", clutched my tulips to my chest with both paws and slowly, dramatically, and with the greatest amount of majesty that can be summoned while wearing a gorilla suit -- fell over backwards onto the gentle grass.

Hell of a performance, if I do say so myself.

So, I lay there, pondering the blameless sky and trying to remember if, at any time during the Academy, any of my instructors had ever mentioned the words, "Pink", "Gorilla" and "Suit" in the same day, much less the same sentence, when over my natty, spat-adorned (mauve in colour) toes, I noticed some faces in the window panel of the garage door.

I was beginning to wonder if maybe my performance was a little too good, when the door opened and the Usual Suspects slipped out to stand just shy of my fuchsia carcass.

Usual Suspect #1: "Dudedudedude, umm, dude, umm, wow."

Usual Suspect #2: "Umm ... it's ... umm ..."

#1: "Dude, this is, like, not good, okay? Not good, dude. You can't stay here, okay?"

#2: "Umm ... its ... ummm ..."

'Pink', I think to myself, 'pink'. The word you're looking for is 'pink'.

#1: "Dude! Top hat! It's not an 'it', it's a 'he'! See the hat?"

At this point, Usual Suspect #3 -- the only female in the group -- stopped gnawing on her thumbnail long enough to vibrate out, "Chickswearhats.Youlikemyhat!"

#2: "Furry! He's ... ummm ... furry?"

Geez. Behind the group, I see the Sheriff, hands in pockets, grass stem between his teeth, stroll nonchalantly into the structure through the door the Usual Suspects had left open. Right behind him, grinning at me, went the Chief Deputy.

Usual Suspect #1 glared at #2: "Dude, he can't help the way he was born. Dude!"

#2: "Umm ... pink. And pink."

Ah-hah! Thinks I.

#1: "Dude, Pinky. Come on, Pinky. Dude, you can't stay here, dude. Oreos! Pinky, dude, oreos in the kitchen, man. Oreos! Let's go get the oreos!"

So saying, #1 and -- after a short pause -- #2 began lifting me up, and as they got their shoulders under my arms, I saw the Sheriff pop out of the garage and give me a thumbs up.

About bloody time.

I reach into my left sleeve, pull out the folded paper, hand it to Usual Suspect #1 and announce, quite firmly, "Sheriff's Office, search warrant."

Usual Suspect #1 stares at me, then his eyes well up with tears, "Dude, dude, ah man. Dude! We're buds, dude!" #2 pivots slowly and begins to oh-so-innocently wander away, only to be corralled and cuffed by the grinning night deputy.

"No, no, dude," offered #1, as I cuffed him, "No! This ain't right, man! You sold out, dude! That's so wrong!"

I turned him around, reached up, pulled that damned gorilla mask off, dropped it on the ground and shook a hot pink finger in his face, "Listen to me."

All three sets of jaws dropped.

"Are you listening? Quit guinea-pigging the product. Seriously."

I was pretty sure that I wasted my breath, given the completely bumfuzzled expression on the face of #1 as he looked from the discarded mask to me and back again; and #2 was just staring at me with his face scrunched up like a monkey doing a math problem.

And then the magnitude of the sheer depravity that local law enforcement was capable of hit Usual Suspect #3.

"... OhmyGawdohmyGawdohmyGawd," she gasped, bouncing up-and-down like a demented jack-in-the-box ...

"... Nonono,youdonunnerstand,nonono!" She took a deep breath, her expression one commonly seen upon the countenance of saints who have just beheld the vilest depths of the utter darkness of the human soul ...




The Chief Deputy was immediately seized by a coughing fit; the Sheriff seemed to find something intensely fascinating in overhead cloud cover whilst rubbing his mustache ferociously; Usual Suspect #1 let out a soul-rending shriek as he fell to his knees, sobbing and nuzzling the discarded gorilla mask, and #3 hurled imprecations and threats in my general direction.

I looked at my fellow peace officers, all finding this to be incredibly funny, gathered my tattered pride and dignity, straightened the bow-tie and spats, extracted my hot pink gorilla mask from #1, tucked it under my arm, announced firmly, "I'm going home, now", turned and began marching down the street ...

... but not before the night deputy slid a comradely arm about my shoulders and said, with steely sympathy: "I know it doesn't feel like this now, but your betrayal was for their own good. Go home. Drown your sorrows in oreos. Things will be better in the morning."

"Oh, you're a right [deleted], you are."

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August 26, 2008, 12:36 AM
HAHA! Great story. I can only imagine what it would have been like to watch that all go down.


August 26, 2008, 12:39 AM
I dont even know what to say to that.

August 26, 2008, 12:40 AM

August 26, 2008, 12:41 AM
I had long ago given up any hope of seeing the conclusion to this story.

You just made my week.

Jamie C.
August 26, 2008, 12:41 AM
I dont even know what to say to that.

I do:

It's about time!!!

( Been waiting a while for this one, we have. :D )


August 26, 2008, 12:44 AM

Thank you so much!
I've been a watin' for this!


*tosses tulips and oreos*

August 26, 2008, 12:45 AM
That was worth the wait.


August 26, 2008, 12:47 AM
Dopers can be such fun!

August 26, 2008, 01:18 AM
THAT is so very funny!!! :D That is just too much:D


If my wife weren't on the phone to my father-in-law right now... I would be laughing to so hard my side would hurt! But you did a really good job, now you really should have some oreo's.
I would have loved to see that on camera... where is the ride along with the video camera!

Great Job

August 26, 2008, 01:31 AM
thanx. now i'm gonna be dreaming of pink oreos all night.

August 26, 2008, 01:52 AM
It was




waiting for!



Thank you, SIR


August 26, 2008, 02:34 AM
I really hope someone got that on video.

August 26, 2008, 02:59 AM
First time I bumped into this story - I laughed till I hurt. Tonight, I got to do "the pee-pee dance" and no, I didn't make it to the little room in time.

So here I sit, wet and uncomfortable - but STILL laughing!

Thanks brah, it was worth the wait.

gentle winds,

Tom Servo
August 26, 2008, 03:51 AM
I can't envision a scenario under which I'd be served a warrant, but if the time ever comes, I'd want it to be from LawDog.

You, sir, owe me a new keyboard. :)

August 26, 2008, 06:06 AM
I had long ago given up any hope of seeing the conclusion to this story.


Thank you LawDog.

Great story.


August 26, 2008, 07:01 AM
Now THAT'S the way to start the day! Thanks LD.

August 26, 2008, 07:14 AM
The very description of a successful mission. :D

Seriously, you paid attention to what the warrant said, no shots were fired, nobody got hurt, nothing exploded except your pride.

Good job, man! Thumbs up!

August 26, 2008, 08:23 AM
So you're admitting to dressing up like a furry and singing a cappella...


August 26, 2008, 08:26 AM
Other than Pride and Ego taking some hits, no other injuries...

Job Well Done!

Carry on, Law Dog!!!!!!

August 26, 2008, 08:36 AM
It was well worth the wait. :D

Thanks for the great story.

August 26, 2008, 09:51 AM
I never thought I'd see the day...


August 26, 2008, 10:02 AM
For more of LawDog -

August 26, 2008, 10:03 AM
I laughed until I couldn't breath any more.

I have never known anyone who could tell a story the way you can!

August 26, 2008, 10:11 AM
The long awaited ending. Well Done Sir, well done.

August 26, 2008, 10:15 AM
Good Lord...I laughed so hard I farted.

Scared my dawg...and me.


August 26, 2008, 10:27 AM
Surely there is a drawing made by a sketch artist? anything?

August 26, 2008, 10:27 AM
Finally, after years of waiting.

August 26, 2008, 11:16 AM
that is a hell of a story

great job

August 26, 2008, 11:23 AM
Now, when I say pink, I don't think y'all quite understand the depth of pinkness we are contemplating here: It was pink, pink. Neon pink. Fluorescent pink. A pink not found anywhere in nature. A pink that, in and of itself, constituted a radiation hazard. A shade of pink which, after a single glimpse, would cause the most flamboyant Mardi Gras costumer to protest that things had gone too far.



Thanks for finally finishing this. You know you don't post near enough!

August 26, 2008, 12:58 PM
LawDawg finished the Pink Gorilla Suit Story! It's the end of an era.

August 26, 2008, 01:31 PM
The only problem with reading this at work is that I can't laugh out loud.

And it HURTS!

August 26, 2008, 01:32 PM

Dave Williams
August 26, 2008, 01:39 PM
Great stuff!

Dave Williams

August 26, 2008, 07:56 PM
please make my aching ribs stop!

my coworkers will never look at me the same for that out loud laugh.

August 26, 2008, 07:59 PM
We have the finale' to The Pink Gorilla Suit. My life is now complete along with a charley horse just below my rib cage. :D:D

August 26, 2008, 08:14 PM
Ha! It is here! At last! :D :D

Thank you, LawDog!

August 28, 2008, 05:32 PM
LawDog, it wasn't exactly before time, but you finally wrote the ending.

Now send me some oxygen, hang it. I can't breathe from laughing so hard.


August 28, 2008, 10:35 PM
Lawdog, Aka Pinky!:d

Rey B
August 28, 2008, 10:41 PM
Read it over at your blog a few days ago and had to share it with my daughter. If I want to crack her up I just yell "THEY SKINNED PINKY!" :D Thanks for finishing this one. When is the next collaboration story due?

August 29, 2008, 11:03 AM
Fantastic. Thanks Lawdog, my face is aching from grinning too much. :)

August 29, 2008, 02:47 PM
"The LawDog Files: The Infamous Pink Gorilla Suit Story"

When does the movie come out????

That is definitely worth paying to see!!!

August 29, 2008, 04:14 PM
Nicely done! :evil:

March 14, 2010, 07:40 PM
Sorry for necro posting.

Its been a while since Ive read this and needed a good laugh.

Bump for newer members who havent had the pleasure of this thread.

March 14, 2010, 09:23 PM
LawDawg finished the Pink Gorilla Suit Story! It's the end of an era.

If this is the end, where's the beginning?

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