When humanity is threatened only the super powered might of the Toronto Maple Leafs can be counted on to save the day. The Leafs have undergone a major overhaul this year. Of all the changes, none has been more impactful than the addition of a squadron based tactical deployment that head coach Mike Babcock and GM Kyle Dubas designed to keep the peace on the mean Toronto streets. Today we follow Horse squad: Wingers.

William Nylander screams his rage as he throws the monkey off his back. The monkey on his leg bites down hard and breaks its teeth on Wily’s Toronto Maple Leaf body armour. Another monkey jumps on his head and tries to scratch out his eyes. One Mitch Marner picks off the monkey on Wily’s head with a throwing knife while Wily stabs the one on his leg and peels it off. Connor Brown slams two monkeys together then hurls their corpses at the monkeys that have piled on another Mitch. A third Mitch works only to the push the monkeys closer to Andreas Johnsson. The monkeys have learned to be afraid of the Leaf, he slices through them with elegance, grace, and devastating efficiency. A growing pile of monkey corpses spreads out at Andreas’ feet.

“Which way now?” Asks the Mitch standing by Wily after the last monkey in the street is killed.

“Back to Yorkdale.” Says the Mitch who Connor saved.

“We should go to the tower.” Says the Mitch helping Andreas.

“Make up your mind.” Says Wily.

The Mitch’s step into each other reverting to a singular Mitch. “Which way?” He asks, looking to Connor.

“Let’s go find more monkeys.” Andreas answers, bloodlust rising.

“Let’s go back to the tower.” Connor says. “Coach will want us to come back in as quick as we can. I’m pretty sure we will meet more monkeys before we get home”

Toronto Maple Leaf tower is far south of the Leafs position and they will have to make their way on foot with their Toronto Maple Leaf jet overrun and the streets in total chaos. Without a word of complaint the Leafs get stepping. At first they make good progress meeting only scattered little groups of monkeys. Packs of five to ten of the beasts posed little threat even in their feral state. But after only a few short kilometers the Leafs manage to find themselves in a tempest of monkey rage.

An empty bus offers the only thing close to a shelter so the Leafs pile in, knowing that it cannot hold out for long. The reckless hate that the monkeys unleash at the bus is as hard to understand as the sudden appearance of the beasts and their impossible numbers. They break themselves on the glass of the bus windows. Hands, feet, heads, all smashed with complete abandon. It doesn’t take long for cracks to begin spreading out thin fingers in the glass.

“Get ready.” Says Mitch, splitting into six Mitch’s

Before the monkeys break in the bus is rocked by a thunder clap which clears them all off. The Leafs get out to see what happened and find Eric Staal, hero of the Minnesota Wild standing in a crater of his own making. He spreads his arms wide before clapping them together hard. The sound wave thus created scythes through the monkeys that have started to regain their feet.

“Come on, we better get moving.” Eric says. “There’s a monkey storm coming this way.”

The Leafs can feel it too, things will only get harder from here.