Super Funny! CUTIS Uses Special Ingredients to Cook, Making Pregnant Mom Panic 😂

It was a bright and peaceful morning in the small countryside home where CUTIS lived with his family. Birds chirped outside the window, and the golden sunlight danced across the kitchen floor. Mom, who was several months pregnant, sat at the wooden table rubbing her belly gently. “The baby is getting hungry already,” she laughed softly.

CUTIS, sitting nearby with his baby monkey, perked up instantly. “Hungry? Don’t worry, Mom! CUTIS will cook for you today!” he declared proudly.

Mom smiled nervously. “Oh dear… that’s sweet, but maybe you should wait for me. Cooking can be dangerous.”

But CUTIS wasn’t listening. His little chest puffed out with determination. “CUTIS is now the family chef!” he announced dramatically. The baby monkey clapped its tiny hands in agreement, tail swinging excitedly.

Mom chuckled, not realizing what kind of chaos was about to unfold.

The Plan of the Little Chef

As soon as Mom stepped out to rest in the living room, CUTIS rushed into the kitchen with his monkey assistant. He tied a small towel around his neck like a professional chef’s apron. “Alright, Monkey,” he said seriously, “we’ll make the most special food ever—something delicious for Mom and the baby!”

The monkey saluted with its tiny hand and squeaked, “Ee-ee!”

CUTIS looked around the kitchen. There were pots, spoons, and spices everywhere. He didn’t really know what went with what, but that didn’t stop him. “Cooking is all about love and creativity,” he told himself proudly.

He opened the refrigerator and started pulling things out—vegetables, eggs, leftover rice, even a jar of pickles. The monkey helped by handing him anything colorful or shiny. Soon, the kitchen counter was a total mess.

CUTIS grabbed a frying pan and turned on the stove, his face glowing with excitement. “Okay, Monkey! Step one—make it sizzling hot!”

The monkey clapped as CUTIS poured a little oil. Then CUTIS started adding “special ingredients.”

He threw in a handful of rice, then some chopped carrots. But soon, things took a strange turn. He reached for a jar of something red and mysterious. “What’s this?” he mumbled. “Looks like sauce!” He sniffed it—it smelled funny, but he shrugged and poured it in anyway. The monkey made a curious face, but CUTIS was too focused to notice.

Then came the “secret flavor.” CUTIS grabbed a spoon of sugar, then salt, then soy sauce—then a spoon of peanut butter, because, as he said, “Peanut butter makes everything better!”

The monkey giggled and pointed at the jar of chili flakes. CUTIS’s eyes lit up. “Oh yes! For flavor!” He dumped a whole spoonful into the pan. The moment it hit the oil, smoke started rising. Both of them coughed, waving their hands in front of their faces.

“Whew! Smells strong—must be delicious!” CUTIS said proudly while his monkey sneezed and wiped its nose.

The Smell That Shocked the House

In the living room, Mom suddenly wrinkled her nose. “What’s that smell?” she said, alarmed.

It wasn’t the nice, homey smell of cooking—it was something strange, smoky, and spicy enough to sting the eyes. Mom slowly stood up, holding her belly. “CUTIS… what are you doing in there?” she called out.

“Nothing, Mom!” came the cheerful reply. “Just cooking something special!”

Mom’s eyes widened in panic. “Oh no…”

She hurried to the kitchen, and what she saw nearly made her drop her phone. CUTIS stood in front of the stove wearing his towel-apron, face smudged with flour and oil, proudly stirring a bubbling mixture that looked like a rainbow disaster. The monkey, meanwhile, was sprinkling sugar on top like confetti.

“CUTIS! What did you put in there?!” Mom gasped.

CUTIS turned around with the biggest smile. “Mom! Look! I’m making you special rice for your cravings. I added secret ingredients to make it extra yummy!”

“Secret ingredients?!” Mom’s voice shook between fear and laughter.

She peered into the pan. It was a wild combination—rice, peanut butter, pickles, chili flakes, and pieces of banana floating together in a mysterious red sauce. The smell was… unforgettable.

Mom put her hand to her mouth, half horrified, half trying not to laugh. “CUTIS! You can’t mix all that!”

CUTIS blinked innocently. “But I saw on TV that chefs always use creativity!”

The monkey nodded proudly as if saying, Yes, he’s right!

Mom sighed, but she couldn’t stay angry. CUTIS looked so proud of himself, standing there with his tiny chef face glowing with excitement. “Alright, my little chef,” she said carefully, “why don’t we… taste it together?”

CUTIS’s eyes sparkled. “Really?! Okay!”

The Great Taste Test

CUTIS scooped up a spoonful of the mysterious dish and blew on it to cool it down. The monkey leaned forward, curious. Mom hesitated but didn’t want to hurt his feelings. She took a small bite—just a little one.

The moment the food touched her tongue, her eyes widened. “Oh my goodness—CUTIS!! What is this?!” she coughed, grabbing a glass of water.

CUTIS panicked. “Too salty?”

Mom could barely speak between laughter and tears. “It’s… it’s everything! Sweet, spicy, sour, salty—all at once!”

CUTIS scratched his head in confusion. “But that means it has every flavor! Isn’t that good?”

The monkey tilted its head, then bravely took a bite. The next second, it screeched, waving its tiny hands and running to the sink for water. CUTIS burst out laughing. “Monkey doesn’t like spicy food!”

Mom finally calmed down, still giggling uncontrollably. “Oh CUTIS… you almost made me panic! I thought you burned the kitchen down.”

CUTIS smiled shyly. “Sorry, Mom. I just wanted to make you happy—and maybe help the baby grow faster.”

Mom’s heart softened instantly. She hugged him tight, ignoring the mess. “You already make me happy, sweetheart. But next time, let’s cook together, okay?”

CUTIS nodded, his cheeks red. The monkey climbed onto Mom’s lap, holding a banana as a peace offering. Everyone laughed again.

The Aftermath of the “Secret Recipe”

Later that afternoon, Dad came home from work. The first thing he said when he entered was, “Whoa! What happened in here? Smells like chili and peanut butter exploded!”

Mom burst out laughing. “Your son decided to become a master chef.”

CUTIS puffed out his chest again. “I made special rice!” he said proudly.

Dad walked into the kitchen and saw the chaos—spoons everywhere, sauce on the counter, and the monkey wearing a chef hat made from a napkin. “I see,” he said, trying not to laugh. “So, Chef CUTIS, did it taste good?”

CUTIS hesitated, then admitted, “Maybe not… but it was made with love!”

Dad patted his head. “That’s the most important ingredient of all.”

The family laughed together, and Mom promised that next time, they’d teach CUTIS how to make a real dish. She even gave him a small chef hat of his own. From that day, CUTIS became her official kitchen assistant—though she always kept a close eye on the “special ingredients.”

A Happy Ending

As night fell, CUTIS sat outside with the baby monkey under the stars. “Monkey,” he whispered, “today we almost made Mom faint.”

The monkey giggled softly, wrapping its tail around his arm. CUTIS grinned. “Next time, we’ll make something better—maybe banana pancakes?”

The monkey clapped excitedly, already dreaming about it.

Inside the house, Mom smiled as she listened to their laughter. Despite the chaos, her heart was full. Her little boy’s love was the sweetest recipe of all.

And though CUTIS’s “special cooking experiment” had made her panic, it became a story they would laugh about for years—a reminder that sometimes, the funniest, craziest moments are also the most precious ones.

Because with CUTIS and his baby monkey around, life was never boring—only full of laughter, surprises, and the sweetest love a family could ever ask for. 😂🍳🐒❤️