The morning was bright and cheerful in the little riverside town where laughter and chaos seemed to bloom side by side. Birds sang from treetops, children played by the market, and the smell of grilled corn and sweet jelly candies filled the air. The day was peaceful — until CUTIS, the clever little monkey, decided to make things interesting.
CUTIS was not just any monkey. He was known throughout the town for his intelligence, mischief, and charming smile. With a flick of his tail and a sparkle in his eye, he could make everyone laugh — or gasp in surprise. Wherever CUTIS went, adventure followed.
That morning, CUTIS was sitting with his little companion, Baby Monkey, on the roof of a fruit stall. They had already stolen two bananas, a mango, and half a boiled corn cob. But CUTIS wasn’t satisfied. He was craving something sweet — something jelly-like and wobbly.
Baby Monkey was busy licking banana mush off his fingers. CUTIS stared at him and sighed dramatically. “Banana again? No, no, no. Today, I want something special!”
Baby Monkey tilted his head. “What special?” he squeaked.
CUTIS grinned and pointed down at the street. “That!”
Down below, a man walked by with a colorful bag sticking out of his pocket — a bag filled with bright, shining, fruit-flavored jelly candies. They glowed like little gems under the sunlight. CUTIS’s eyes widened, and he licked his lips.
“Sweet jelly!” he whispered excitedly. “Just what I wanted!”
Baby Monkey clapped his hands. “Jelly! Jelly!”
CUTIS rubbed his hands together. “Alright, partner, time for a mission. Operation Jelly Pocket begins!”
With the stealth of a jungle ninja, CUTIS crept down from the roof, moving across hanging cloths and baskets. Baby Monkey followed closely behind, his eyes full of excitement. The crowd below had no idea that two furry thieves were about to cause chaos.
The man with the jelly candies was whistling happily, strolling through the market. CUTIS climbed onto a pole and waited for the perfect moment. The bag of jelly bulged temptingly from the man’s pocket. It was half-visible — practically calling his name.
CUTIS whispered, “Now!”
He swung down gracefully, landing softly behind the man. He tiptoed closer, careful not to make a sound. The man stopped for a second to look at some vegetables, and that was CUTIS’s chance.
Slowly… carefully… he stretched out his little hand and reached into the man’s pocket. His tiny fingers brushed against the plastic bag. His eyes lit up — success was near!
But just as CUTIS started to pull the jelly out, the man shifted his weight. CUTIS froze mid-motion, his hand still in the pocket.
The man frowned and looked around. “Hmm?” he muttered, feeling something tugging at his pocket. CUTIS panicked but didn’t move — maybe if he stayed perfectly still, the man wouldn’t notice.
Baby Monkey, hiding behind a crate, was watching anxiously. He waved his hands, whispering, “Hurry, CUTIS! He move soon!”
CUTIS made one final tug, and pop! The bag of jelly came loose — but the man felt it.
“HEY!” the man shouted, spinning around.
CUTIS froze with the bag in his hand, eyes wide like a child caught red-handed.
“You little rascal!” the man exclaimed. “Give that back!”
But CUTIS wasn’t about to give up his prize. With a cheeky grin, he leapt backward, holding the jelly triumphantly in the air.
“GET HIM!” someone yelled.
And then — chaos erupted.
People laughed and pointed as CUTIS dashed through the market, swinging from baskets and over stalls, the bag of jelly waving behind him. Baby Monkey joined in the chase, squealing with excitement. Vendors shouted as CUTIS knocked over fruit and leapt over tables.
“Stop that monkey!” someone cried.
“Too late!” another said, laughing. “He’s gone!”
CUTIS raced through the crowd, his tail flicking left and right. The man chased him, puffing and panting. CUTIS looked back and stuck out his tongue. “Can’t catch me!” he seemed to say.
Finally, CUTIS climbed onto a fence and leapt onto a nearby tree. He landed safely on a branch and let out a victorious screech. Baby Monkey climbed up after him, giggling all the way.
The man stopped at the base of the tree, shaking his head but laughing too. “You naughty thing,” he said. “All that for a bag of jelly!”
CUTIS looked down, holding up the bag proudly, as if he’d just won a trophy. The man couldn’t stay angry — after all, it was impossible not to laugh at that cheeky little face.
CUTIS opened the bag with his sharp little teeth and handed a jelly to Baby Monkey. “Here you go, partner — we did it!”
Baby Monkey squealed in delight and started chewing happily. CUTIS popped one in his mouth, his face lighting up as the sweet flavor exploded. “Mmm! So good!”
They sat on the branch, sharing jelly candies like two mischievous brothers celebrating their victory.
Below them, people gathered, pointing and laughing. One woman said, “That monkey is too smart!”
Another man chuckled. “He didn’t want bananas today — he wanted dessert!”
CUTIS leaned back, crossing his legs, enjoying the attention. He loved making people laugh — it was his favorite kind of reward (besides food).
But then, as CUTIS turned around to grab another jelly, he saw Mom Monkey standing behind him on the same branch — arms crossed, face stern.
CUTIS froze mid-chew. “Oh… hi, Mom,” he said nervously.
Mom Monkey narrowed her eyes. “CUTIS. What did I tell you about stealing people’s things?”
CUTIS smiled sheepishly. “Borrowing? Temporarily?”
Mom didn’t look amused. “Give it back.”
CUTIS sighed dramatically. “But Mom! It’s jelly! Just one more bite?”
Mom tapped her foot. Baby Monkey hid behind CUTIS, clutching his half-eaten jelly.
CUTIS reluctantly climbed down the tree with the bag, handing it to the man. The crowd was still laughing, but now they clapped too — CUTIS’s silly act had turned into a funny little show.
The man smiled kindly and said, “You can keep one, little guy. You earned it.”
CUTIS’s eyes sparkled. “One?” he repeated, as if he couldn’t believe his luck.
The man nodded. “One.”
CUTIS bowed his head politely, took one jelly, and grinned from ear to ear. “Thank you, sir!”
Mom sighed but smiled too. “Alright, CUTIS. Let’s go home before you cause more trouble.”
As they climbed back into the forest, CUTIS looked at Baby Monkey and whispered, “Next time, we go for chocolate!”
Baby Monkey giggled. “Chocolate better!”
Mom, hearing that, groaned. “CUTIS…”
“Just kidding!” he said quickly — though everyone knew he probably wasn’t.
That evening, as the sun set and the sky turned orange, CUTIS and Baby Monkey sat on their favorite branch, sharing their last piece of jelly. CUTIS stretched, feeling proud of himself.
“Another successful day,” he said.
Baby Monkey nodded. “Funny day!”
CUTIS grinned. “Every day’s funny when you’re with me.”
Down below, the townspeople were still talking about the scene in the market. Children laughed, imitating the way CUTIS had reached into the pocket. Adults shook their heads with smiles.
“That monkey,” one man said, “he’s smarter than half the people here.”
And so, CUTIS’s legend grew once again — the clever, bold monkey who made everyone laugh, even when he stole a little jelly.
Because deep down, everyone knew — life in the town wouldn’t be half as fun without that mischievous sparkle in CUTIS’s eyes. 🤣🐒
