It was a bright, cheerful morning in the little sanctuary where laughter echoed from every corner. The birds were chirping, the breeze was soft, and the sun painted golden stripes across the trees. But among all the peace and beauty, one little troublemaker was already plotting something mischievous — our beloved CUTIS, the funniest monkey in the whole place.
Today, CUTIS had one mission. One goal. One dream.
To get all the jelly. 🐒
It all started when Dad returned from the market carrying a big bag full of groceries. Baby Monkey ran up first, squealing with excitement. “Dad! What did you bring?”
Dad smiled. “Something sweet and delicious — you’ll both love it!”
From the bag, he pulled out several small cups of colorful jelly — red, orange, green, and purple. The sunlight hit the jelly cups just right, making them sparkle like gems. CUTIS’s eyes went wide, his mouth already watering.
“Jelly!” he gasped dramatically. “My favorite food in the world!”
Baby Monkey tilted his head. “But CUTIS, you’ve never even had jelly before.”
CUTIS crossed his arms proudly. “Doesn’t matter. I know it’s my favorite. Just look at it — shiny, colorful, perfect!”
Dad laughed and placed the jelly cups on the table. “Now remember, boys, share them fairly. One each, okay?”
Both monkeys nodded sweetly. But as soon as Dad turned around, CUTIS’s mischievous smile began to grow. His little mind was already spinning with ideas.
“One each?” he whispered to himself. “Hmm… or maybe all for me!”
Baby Monkey opened his jelly carefully and squealed in delight. “Yummy! It’s so wobbly and sweet!” He licked his fingers happily, completely unaware that CUTIS was watching him with laser focus — not out of jealousy, but with full-blown jelly obsession.
CUTIS finished his own jelly in one big gulp, then stared at the others on the table. There were still four left. He rubbed his little hands together. “I must have them all. Operation Jelly Takeover begins!”
He looked around to make sure Dad wasn’t watching. Then he whispered to Baby Monkey, “Hey, look over there! I think I saw a butterfly the size of a bird!”
Baby Monkey gasped. “Where?! Where?!”
While Baby Monkey’s attention was distracted, CUTIS quickly grabbed one extra jelly and stuffed it behind his back. When Baby Monkey turned around, CUTIS smiled innocently. “Hmm? I didn’t see it either. Must’ve flown away.”
But his sticky fingers gave him away. Baby Monkey squinted suspiciously. “CUTIS… what’s that behind your back?”
“Nothing!” CUTIS replied too quickly.
Baby Monkey tried to peek, but CUTIS darted away, running behind a chair and stuffing the jelly into his mouth. “Mmm… I have no idea what you’re talking about!”
“CUTIS! You already had one!” Baby Monkey cried, chasing him around the room.
The two monkeys ran in circles, squealing and laughing. CUTIS was fast, agile, and absolutely determined. He leaped onto the table, snatched another jelly, and shouted dramatically, “Mine! All mine!”
Dad walked in right at that moment, watching the chaos unfold — one monkey chasing another, jelly cups flying everywhere, and the sound of laughter echoing through the house. “CUTIS!” Dad said, trying not to laugh. “What did I say about sharing?”
CUTIS froze mid-bite, cheeks full of jelly like a chipmunk. “Sharing… yes, of course! I was just, uh, testing it first to make sure it’s safe for Baby Monkey.”
Dad shook his head, chuckling. “Nice try, little jelly thief.”
He gently took the remaining cups and handed one to Baby Monkey. “Here, this one’s yours. CUTIS, you’ve had enough for now.”
But of course, CUTIS wasn’t done. As soon as Dad left the room again, he leaned toward Baby Monkey with a cunning smile. “You know, you probably shouldn’t eat that one.”
“Why not?” Baby Monkey asked, clutching it protectively.
“Because,” CUTIS said dramatically, “it might be… sour! I can test it for you.”
Baby Monkey frowned. “Nice try, CUTIS. I’m not falling for that again!”
CUTIS sighed in mock disappointment. “Fine, fine. But if it tastes weird, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Baby Monkey peeled open the jelly carefully and took a bite — only to find it absolutely delicious. He giggled. “Mmm! So sweet!”
CUTIS groaned, clutching his stomach. “This is torture! The jelly… it calls my name!”
He started crawling slowly toward the table like a spy, humming secret mission music. “Dum dum dum… target in sight…”
Baby Monkey watched him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” CUTIS replied casually, inching closer. “Just… stretching.”
The next second, he lunged forward and grabbed the jelly — but Baby Monkey was ready this time. “Gotcha!” he shouted, holding CUTIS’s tail to stop him.
Both of them struggled playfully, rolling on the floor with laughter. The jelly cup flew into the air, landed on Dad’s shoe, and splattered slightly.
Dad looked down, sighed, then burst out laughing too. “You two are hopeless!”
CUTIS looked guilty for a moment, but then something unexpected happened. Dad opened a bag and pulled out two bigger jelly cups. “I saved these for later. But since you love jelly so much, we can all share together.”
CUTIS’s eyes sparkled brighter than ever. “For real? More jelly?”
Dad nodded. “Yes, but this time, we eat it nicely — no stealing, no running, no mess.”
CUTIS promised solemnly. “I’ll behave! Jelly is sacred. I’ll treat it with respect.”
They all sat at the table. CUTIS scooped a big bite and sighed happily. “So soft, so sweet… it’s like happiness in a cup.”
Baby Monkey giggled. “You really love jelly, huh?”
CUTIS nodded proudly. “Love? No. This is destiny. I was born for jelly.”
Dad laughed so hard he nearly dropped his spoon. “CUTIS, you’re ridiculous.”
But as they ate together, CUTIS couldn’t resist one last funny move. When Dad looked away, he quietly took a spoonful of jelly and plopped it on Baby Monkey’s head. “Now you’re the jelly king!” he declared dramatically.
Baby Monkey squealed and threw a piece back at him. “You too, jelly monster!”
The room erupted with laughter again. Jelly was everywhere — on the table, the chairs, and even a little on Dad’s face. But no one cared. It was pure fun and pure sweetness, just like the jelly itself.
After the sugar-filled chaos, CUTIS leaned back in his chair, patting his belly. “That,” he said proudly, “was the best day ever.”
Dad smiled. “Even better than when I brought bananas?”
CUTIS thought for a moment, then grinned. “Bananas are great… but jelly is legendary!”
That night, as the stars twinkled outside, CUTIS snuggled up in his little hammock, still dreaming about jelly. In his dream, he was surrounded by mountains of colorful jelly cups — towers of red, lakes of green, rivers of orange. He dived in, laughing, “All mine! All mine!”
In the morning, Dad found him still smiling in his sleep, mumbling softly, “Jelly… sweet jelly…”
He shook his head with amusement. “You really are one funny monkey, CUTIS.”
And so, the story of the little monkey who wanted all the jelly became a legend at the sanctuary. Every time Dad brought new jelly home, Baby Monkey would guard his cup carefully, while CUTIS, with his twinkling eyes and mischievous grin, would start planning his next “Jelly Mission.”
Because for CUTIS, life was simple — if it wobbled, sparkled, and tasted sweet, it was worth every bit of monkey mischief. 🐒🍓🤣
