Note for critiques:
This is my first novel and surely would be the best and greatest. Tags are: God, Catholic church, Aliens And creation, War, Conflict etc.

All the places in the Novel are real and can be found in Hungary.

Prologue.
It was quite a mild-sunny afternoon along the streets of the Grand World Heritage Boulevard, Andrássy út in the City of Budapest, Hungary, when my monkey and I went out on a walk to the Fine Arts museum, called the Szépm?vészeti Múzeum. It was located opposite the Heroes square. Everyone around the streets of Andrássy always knew me as a gentleman of autonomy and a prodigy with admiration for nature and its creatures. Sometimes when I walked in the streets, I would eavesdrop shouts like “Regnold a Monkey Man” similarly in English it was almost same thing, apart from the “a” which had to be “the”. Or they would say “Regnold a Kalandor” meaning “Regnold the Adventurer”, this was done especially by the kids, who had great admiration for us.
        This was because of the things my monkey and I used to do. Moscoo was a plump witty male monkey of about 5yrs. I had obtained him as a grandiose prize from the world Renown Academia of Wisconsin–Madison, United States. This was for my extraordinary Monkey Training expertise. I had trained a group of monkeys for the Canadian RCMP on how to use sophisticated weapons, such as the Ak-47s, M-16s, Gas Grenades and other Devices. Moscoo my dear monkey was a first-class example of a trained smooth criminal, even though he never stole anything from anyone without proper cause. 
        I had now decided to spend my years of retirement in Budapest City, Hungary, enjoying its sights and sounds. I had visited many places which were of great significance and historical importance to the Hungarians. This were places such as the Buda Castle with the Royal Palace, the Funicular, Hungarian National Gallery and National Széchényi Library, Matthias Church, Holy Trinity Column and Fisherman’s Bastion, I had also visited the City Park with Széchenyi Medicinal Bath, Vajdahunyad Castle, the Timewheel, the Zoo, the Municipal Grand Circus and the Amusement Park and many other places.
        On that day, Moscoo had resolutely decided to take along an ipod music player, to listen to his favorite American hip hop tune called “lollipop” More about Moscoo was that, he could articulate some few words, especially those related to food, such as his dearest “bananana” which he had completely learned to articulate with ease. He was clothed in a light pair of shorts and a blue polio shirt stamped with the monkey symbol, the Golden banana, underneath was written “mi azt imádjuk” meaning “We Adore It” covering his eyes was his starry sun shades which he always loved to wear in the presence of beautiful female monkeys.
        We were both moving swiftly in a jubilant and exuberant manner. I don’t know what came over us that faithful afternoon, for we were so vibrant as if we had won a magnificent trophy. As our eyes were swinging in various directions, then up above I spotted a tram moving unusually at a snail’s pace as compared to the other Hungarian villamos( trams) I had seen, it was really a sick tortoise as compared to the momentum of the normal trams I used to see role across Budapest. In this tram was boldly written, “The Mugglers”, I could not reckon the meaning, but all I could clearly discern was that  it was a blue tram with blurry windows. Open widely was a window, in it was a figure weaving, it looked like a boy of about 9yrs. “Huh” I chocked from the look of that horrid sight, the boy looked bizarre.
        As I chocked that drew the attention of Moscoo and he began anxiously glancing at the bizarre boy, I noticed his eyes were fixed and starring at an object which the boy figure was holding, with more awareness I noticed the object was familiar, still looking I asked Moscoo “what the hell are you looking….?” I did not even finish the question before the answer came to my mind “fuck!!!” I shouted, It was a banana, turning to clutch Moscoo he was already gone. At that moment I remembered one of the expressions my friend used to say “You can take a monkey out of the forest but you can not take the love for bananas out of the monkey”. That was the situation with Moscoo, his own case was kind of different from the regular monkeys, when he was given to me during the Wisconsin Award, they was a paper with him which contained some facts about him, one was that he had never been given bananas. That was strange I thought “a monkey without bananas?”  At first I thought it was a joke but I simply decided to keep him that way without the bananas, for I reckoned that they must have had a reason for not giving it the bananas. One day when I was moving with him along the road he seized a banana from a lady’s hand and ate it, since that day he became so addicted to it that it even became a problem, I had gotten a monkeyologist to provide some pills that would solve the problem to an extent. On that day I even forget to give him the medication.
            Staring up, I saw Moscoo parading, so fast and so furiously in the air, before I knew it, he was passing through that very transom which I had seen the bizarre boy weave his bizarre banana. The tram astoundingly accelerated at the speed like that of light, and in the twinkle of eye, the tram, the boy, and the banana with my Moscoo laid in my mind simply as memories of the past, for the boy or whoever or whatever it was had succeeded to sway my lovely monkey with a fake banana. How could my own monkey not know a fake banana? Was that really a boy? Having a second thought of him, he was more to me like the mixture of a little beast and Mongolian, or was it even another smart monkey sincerely calling for his comrade to join him at dinner? Is it Helen who could have been the master planner of the whole scene?
With all this comical questions going on in my mind, I concluded that, something was fishy somewhere. So I went home to figure out all that had transpired and why only to me and my Moscoo.
 
Chapter One.
The Mugglers.
        Regnold Rotsons was lying haphazardly half drunk on his parlor chair when he heard a call from the bedroom “common, sweet heart, what the hell are you still doing in front that goddamn TV screen, its midnight!”  Mrs. Heyz Helen Rotsons was already getting worried and inviting her husband for their usual Monday late night sex. “I’m busy honey” replied Regnold, in a drowsy mode. “Doing what?” fired back immediately by Heyz. “You know, I’ve got to follow the news, to find out if there is any information on Moscoo, you know, he was a friend and I was already getting so addicted to him” Mrs. Heyz nearly exploded in anger in the bedroom when Regnold made that statement, she was jealous that her husband was transferring attention from her to the monkey. “what!” she exclaimed “I told you about that your monkish stuff, left to me, I could have locked up that thing in a goddamn cage and filled it with bunches of bananas, And what did I hear you say like you are getting addicted to the monkey, don’t you know I am also addicted to my Monday midnight? You better hurry up that ass there Rotsons! Because I am getting sick and tired waiting.”
        Helen Heyz a female sexologist was also from The University Of Wisconsin where she had met Regnold  Rotsons,  thereafter they both fell in love and ended up in matrimony. She had mastered volumes of materials related to sex and had carefully arranged one good schedule on Monday midnight for her husband and herself. Regnold suspected her for the conspiracy of his missing monkey but still he could not believe that she could do a thing like that, that was why he laid in his parlor chair watching the news if they shall report of a missing monkey somewhere or just anything related to a monkey.
        Regnold Rotsons was just finishing his sixth bottle of beer when something popped up from the T.V screen. It was Breaking News from the Zuglu English T.V channel. The journalist began “Strange creatures traced somewhere around the Grand World Heritage Boulevard, Andrássy, they were in a blue Tram, written on it was “The Mugglers” We were able to uncover some shocking facts about this creatures, they are masculine and feminine. The feminine are generally small in size like a kid and have a funny face, composed of huge gigantic eyes. The masculine are quite bizarre, looking like an ugly ape mixed with the genre of an early man. They’ve got their testes balls on their chin”. Regnold hearing the description of the female ape became breathless, he knew he had seen something like that earlier in the banana scene. The journalist continued “ This Alienic creatures could be in possession of mysterious pandemics, so everyone should beware and report suspicion of any of the described figures, Julian Rubinstein reporting on the Zuglu T.V late night news, Good night”
        As the news was finishing Regnold was just closing his mouth which had been left open in wonder and astonishment for the last ten minutes and unknowingly he dropped off his bottle of beer from his right hand which did plummet in a fatal manner, producing a cacophonic sound which called the attention of his wife. She rushed to the parlor quickly to see what was going on “what’s the matter darling? She asked. “the monkey…, the monkey Moscoo was actually taken away by some extraterrestrials, Zuglu TV just confirmed that” Standing up in a dawdling motion, he hit the table and shouted “ I’ll trace them, no matter where the are, Aliens or no Aliens, Moscoo is coming back to me!!!” Helen began twisting down her heard as though she wanted to lament, then suddenly she burst into an intimidating laughter. This nearly caused Regnold to explode in rage and fury, he scattered his bottle on the floor. Seeing that, Helen flee into the room and closed the door.
            Regnold rushed to his computer to Browse over the world wide web for archives on Aliens, first of all he saw a movie by James Cameron titled Aliens, but that’s not what he was looking for, he searched and searched for factual info on UFOs, he began reading some info on how the American military sector had detected an unidentified flying object, they destroyed it immediately, after, confirmation came from the NASA saying that it was a secret internal satellite lunched for political purposes and was not supposed to be destroyed, the problem was however solved. Still searching for any links with aliens such as the Mugglers and any thing resembling their description, nothing relevant seemed to be coming up.
        After about three hours of continuous exploration nothing wanted to show up, and then Regnold decided it was finally time for his system to have a break, closing all the tabs he came to his yahoo account tab which showed something, it was news related, entitled “Relics of Aliens In the Heroes Square, Budapest, Hungary”. He anxiously clicked on it, taking in a profound breath of relief; it continued “Device found around the Heroes Square and the Museum Of Fine Arts Andrássy, it is suspected that it was dropped off mistakenly by the Aliens. Space wangles from many European and American countries have tried to decode it to no avail. Nobody has succeeded to gain access into the information in it, all they could discover was to trace the routes of the device, that is, where it came from. They discovered that it had traveled from the Neptune’s orbit, approximately 30.1 AU from the Planet earth, which is equivalent to 4500 million kilometers, where lies the trans-Neptunian objects (TNO) composed mostly of ices such as water, ammonia and methane. Within these regions, five individual objects, Ceres, Pluto, Haumea, Makemake and Eris, which are recognized to be large enough to have been rounded by their own gravity, and are thus termed dwarf planets. Anybody who thinks he shall be of help to the project can report to the Heroes Square with his team. The Prime Minister of Hungary, Gordon Bajnai has made a Great promise of 2000.000HUF to any single soul or souls who succeed to decipher the Alienic codex”
        Regnold felt better after reading all that information, he did not know how he was going to crack that information, he had no devices, but he knew no matter which way, he had to get the information in that device, it was already 2:30A.M. He decided to have some time of rest before he went on to the place where the new device had been found.