The morning sun filtered softly through the thick canopy of leaves, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. Birds sang cheerfully, a gentle breeze carried the scent of ripe fruit, and somewhere in the distance, a loud laugh echoed through the trees.
That laugh could only belong to one monkey — CUTIS, the little comedian of the forest.
CUTIS wasn’t like other monkeys. He wasn’t the strongest or the fastest, but he was definitely the funniest. His big, bright eyes always glimmered with mischief, and his cheeky grin could melt anyone’s heart. Every day was a performance for him — a chance to make his friends laugh, to turn ordinary moments into something unforgettable.
Today, CUTIS woke up extra early. He stretched his arms, yawned, and looked around. “Hmm,” he said aloud, “the forest looks too serious today. Time for some CUTIS comedy!”
He rubbed his little hands together and started plotting. What kind of joke could he play? Something light, funny — and, of course, harmless.
CUTIS’s first idea came when he saw Grandpa Monkey sleeping soundly on his favorite rock, snoring so loudly that even the butterflies trembled. CUTIS grinned. “He’s perfect!”
He crept up quietly and plucked a big leaf from the ground. Then, he started tickling Grandpa Monkey’s nose with it. The old monkey twitched, snorted, and turned over, muttering in his sleep. CUTIS giggled silently and continued. Finally, Grandpa Monkey sneezed so hard that he rolled right off the rock!
CUTIS burst out laughing, clutching his belly. “Oh no, Grandpa! The rock attacked you!” he said between laughs.
Grandpa Monkey blinked, confused, then realized what had happened. He tried to act angry, but the sight of CUTIS rolling around laughing was too much. He chuckled and shook his head. “You little rascal! One day, I’ll get you back!”
CUTIS winked. “If you can catch me!”
And just like that, he swung away, still laughing, ready for his next adventure.
Next, CUTIS found Mama Monkey arranging fruit baskets near the stream. She was humming softly while washing bananas and mangoes. CUTIS tiptoed behind her and whispered to himself, “Time for a little water comedy.”
He picked up a coconut shell, filled it with water, and snuck up carefully. Just as Mama turned her back, CUTIS splashed the water right next to her — splash!
Mama Monkey jumped, gasping. “What was that?!”
CUTIS quickly dropped the shell and pretended to be washing fruit too. “Oh no, Mama! Maybe a fish jumped out of the stream!” he said innocently, pretending to look worried.
Mama squinted at him suspiciously, then noticed his twitching tail and barely contained giggle. “CUTIS…” she said slowly. “Was that you?”
He burst into laughter, unable to keep his act up any longer. “Yes! It was me! The fish prankster!”
Mama tried to keep a straight face but soon found herself laughing too. “You are impossible, CUTIS. Go play before you make me wash you instead of the fruit!”
CUTIS saluted dramatically. “Yes, Mama! CUTIS the comedian on his next mission!”
As CUTIS wandered deeper into the forest, he came across Baby Monkey sitting sadly on a branch, kicking his legs.
“What’s wrong?” CUTIS asked, hopping up beside him.
Baby Monkey pouted. “No one wants to play with me. Everyone’s busy.”
CUTIS’s heart softened. He couldn’t stand seeing anyone sad. He scratched his chin, then his face lit up with an idea. “I know what we’ll do! Let’s make everyone laugh!”
Baby Monkey’s eyes widened. “Really? How?”
CUTIS grinned. “Watch and learn!”
The two monkeys teamed up. CUTIS, the self-proclaimed “Comedy Master,” and Baby Monkey, his loyal assistant. Together, they prepared the funniest show the forest had ever seen.
They started small. CUTIS found some big, floppy banana leaves and tied them around his body like a cape. Baby Monkey helped by adding a crown made from vines and flowers.
“Behold!” CUTIS declared proudly, standing tall. “I am King CUTIS the Banana Hero!”
Baby Monkey giggled. “And I’m your loyal knight!”
CUTIS struck a heroic pose. “Knight Baby, our mission is to protect the forest from boredom!”
Their laughter echoed through the trees, attracting a few curious monkeys. Soon, a small crowd gathered — Mama Monkey, Grandpa Monkey, a few cousins, even some parrots perched above to watch.
CUTIS looked around dramatically. “Ladies and gentle-monkeys, today you will witness… the most amazing, hilarious, banana-powered comedy show in the jungle!”
The crowd clapped and hooted. CUTIS winked at Baby Monkey. “Showtime!”
The performance began with CUTIS pretending to slip on banana peels — on purpose. Each fall was more exaggerated than the last. He would leap in the air, flail his arms, and land with a funny “oof!” sound, making everyone burst out laughing.
Then came Baby Monkey’s part. He brought CUTIS a bunch of bananas like an assistant in a magic show. CUTIS balanced one on his nose, one on his tail, and one on his head — wobbling dramatically.
“Ladies and gentle-monkeys,” he said in a fancy voice, “I will now perform the banana balance of destiny!”
Of course, after three seconds, all the bananas fell, one by one, hitting him gently on the face. CUTIS pretended to faint, tongue out. The crowd roared with laughter. Even the parrots squawked loudly as if applauding.
CUTIS peeked open one eye, saw everyone laughing, and smiled. “Thank you, thank you! CUTIS loves his audience!”
But he wasn’t done yet. He had saved the best joke for last.
For the finale, CUTIS pulled out a long vine. “Now, for my final act — the Great Monkey Swing!”
He wrapped the vine around a tree branch and took a deep breath. “Ready?” he asked Baby Monkey.
Baby Monkey nodded eagerly.
CUTIS leapt into the air, swinging gracefully like a performer — until the vine snapped halfway through!
“Ahhh!” CUTIS yelped as he landed in a pile of soft leaves. For a moment, there was silence. Then, his furry head popped out of the leaves, his crown crooked, his eyes wide, and a banana peel stuck on his ear.
The entire forest exploded in laughter.
Even CUTIS couldn’t help laughing at himself. He stood up, bowed deeply, and said, “And that, my dear friends, is CUTIS comedy!”
The monkeys clapped, hooted, and cheered. Mama Monkey wiped away tears of laughter. Grandpa Monkey chuckled, “You’ve outdone yourself this time, little one.”
Baby Monkey hugged him tightly. “CUTIS, you’re the funniest monkey ever!”
CUTIS smiled warmly, his tail wrapping gently around Baby Monkey. “And you’re my best little helper.”
As the sun began to set, the forest grew quieter. The crowd slowly dispersed, still chuckling about the show. CUTIS and Baby Monkey sat together, watching the sky turn orange and pink.
“You know,” Baby Monkey said softly, “you made everyone happy today.”
CUTIS smiled. “That’s what comedy is for — to make hearts lighter.”
Baby Monkey leaned against him, eyes growing sleepy. “Do you think we can do another show tomorrow?”
CUTIS chuckled. “Of course. But next time, maybe the vine won’t break.”
Baby Monkey giggled. “That was the funniest part!”
CUTIS laughed too, his eyes sparkling. “Then maybe we’ll keep it in the act.”
They both looked up at the glowing sky, their tails gently curling together. The world felt peaceful, happy, and full of love. CUTIS yawned and whispered, “The best comedy isn’t about falling or slipping… it’s about laughing together.”
Baby Monkey murmured, “You’re the best, CUTIS.”
CUTIS smiled softly, giving a small pat to Baby Monkey’s head. “And you, my little friend, make the ending so cute.”
As night fell, the two monkeys dozed off under the stars — the forest’s laughter fading into the distance, leaving behind the sweetest memory of all: a funny day that ended with the pure warmth of friendship and love.
So cute. So funny. So perfectly CUTIS. 🐒💛🤣
