Just another humdrum work day for the new orangutan clerk at the Zootopia DMV.

Life in the land of the Guinea baboons was quiet this morning, no leaping or swinging or fighting or dance numbers.

While a few other baboons paired up and hung out, this loner gazed into the distance and pondered deep philosophy in silence.

“If only some crusading newspaper would write a sympathetic article about the disastrous results of my poor voting choices.”

When pressed for insight into his brother’s forlorn expressions, this baboon could not be reached for comment.

Intermission at our former polar bear area, where a sign vows, “Look, next year we’re gonna have some really cool monkeys coming up, we swear.”

Any time is great for cleaning time according to these fussy White-Handed Gibbons.

One of our zoo’s more recently added centerpieces is the massive, expensive-looking orangutan habitat. Unfortunately we arrived while maintenance men were fixing or sprucing up something in their largest play area. One orangutan named Katy held a sort of meet-‘n’-greet through a lab window while all the other orangutans — I’m assuming she’s not alone — were at lunch or on smoke breaks or whatever.