Literary Hangover - Monkeypunch

Monkeys.
The first word that pops into my head.
Playful creatures, I've been told, though I've only seen a few.
My brother got punched by a monkey, once. It was a spindly creature, with long asparagus arms and a sweet potato body covered in short, dark hair that I imagine is very bristly to touch, although I've never touched one to my memory.
We were in Mexico, and a very ghetto zoo (simultaneously). The day was bright and cloudless, the sky infinitely blue, an ocean with no waves. The tiles beneath our feet were cracked and covered with lichen. The entire zoo complex had the appearance of an abandoned, overgrown tropical garden, where the jungle had just begun to move back in after claiming residence. Many animals weren't even in cages, like the monkeys.
My brother - a white headed, four-foot-nothing rascal - saw a momma monkey with her little fuzzball baby clinging to her back, arms like little toothpicks poked into a handful of cotton. He desperately wanted to pe the baby monkey. Throughout our meanderings in this dilapidated place, he would quietly slip away and scan the area for the baby monkey. Due to the slight size of this flora-infested "zoo" (comparative to the size of Zoos we were accustomed to), he rarely had any issues.
The baby monkey was before him, a tantalizing ball of exotic adorableness and imagined softness. Brother's little white fingers - up, up, up, now towards the baby, ever so slowly... - and WHAMMO. The momma monkey, fed up with running away from this little miscreant all, punches my brother in the nose and scampers for higher ground, shrieking gayly, a sound not unlike laughter.
In amused and then breathless silence, we all witnessed this exchange, and for some reason not a man or woman said a thing. We just watched as my little brother pivoted on his heel to face us. His face exhibited no fear, no pain, no tears, only a glazed expression of utter shock.
"Boy," he states with a growing grin, "I'm sure not doing THAT again!"
No tears were shed from the monkey punch, but no one could help crying from the laughter that ensued.

 (The above kind of spider monkey, not the below.)

(Lord knows I loved spy kids, though.)