Jimmy was a little further than the rest, and so there was a second, maybe two, before the onrush of purple, possibly people eaters, hit him like a bunch of rapid toddlers on supped up tricycles. The only thing was, not that he'd complain, even if there was a break in the action and someone was willing to sit down and listen to him, it didn't feel like it should have. Sure, it hurt, and the air left him like rats abandoning ship, but as far as he could tell, there was no breaking. Not that he's ever experienced a break, but he was still sure nothing broke. He wasn't a fighter, and didn't do well with pain, mostly the physical kind, and was more certain that he'd be immobilized by pain of a bone snapping than he was that the apes were just idiots that didn't know how to do a hug right.

The wave of bodies was enough to send him rolling backwards. Claws scratched at his skin, and fangs bit down, but he was certain nothing was breaking skin, or causing him too much injury, if any. Panic pulled at his mind like a kid with a favorite blanky that got stuck under a car's tire. It was difficult to hold on to his thinking self, but somehow he managed to get a firmer grip on things before the momentum from the initial impact was done away with. Doing what he could, Jimmy managed to add another couple of feet of rolling before he came to a stop. He'd been hoping that would've separated him from the purples, but they were still on him, putting some more oomph into gauging out his eyes. 

Trying to get to his feet was pointless, he knew that, after six unsuccessful tries which resulted in him gaining a few inches back, closer to the book shelf. He knew it was there, right behind him like his father who wouldn't let him run away from a fight and stood, arms folded, until he either won against one of his many bullies(which never happened) or came back, covered in bruises with a new limp for the night. No, he didn't have some kind of special awareness that allowed for him to keep track of his location through closed eyes. His head banged against a shelf, and a few books flopped onto the floor with that heavy thud leather books were so good at. The book! Something clicked in his mind, and a connection was mad. Before the closed lids of his eyes, he saw the giant purple gorilla, reacting to a book being tossed. There was fear in the creature's eyes. It moved to stop them from falling. Something about a book caused it to change. He had to do something with the books, but first he had to get one in his hands, which was going to be harder than diamond spade, encased in titanium, even though the closes book was only half a hand's length(No idea how much that was in inches) from his finger tips.

Another bell rang in his head, and this one was only partially a result of his head hitting against something a lot harder than the wood used for the book shelves. With a surge of strength, many people would consider under average for someone his size, he pushed himself against the monkey on his right, and probably got it by surprise, because that was only thing that could account for the amount of distance he got before the little ape pushed him back, harder enough slam his back into the ground, and cover the last of the distance from the nearest book. 

With a desperation that would make a wolverine against a pack of wolves seem at ease, he grab a hold of the book, by a few of the first pages, and screamed. "Get off of me you damn dirty apes, or I swear I'm going to tear it. "