CUTIS, the little monkey with the brightest imagination and the funniest ideas, woke up with a strange feeling deep in his belly… the feeling that today, he might get into trouble. Big trouble. Trouble that involved Mom.
And CUTIS hated getting caught by Mom.
Because every time he messed up—even a tiny bit—Mom would stand there with her paws on her hips, eyes squinting, tail tapping the ground like a ticking time bomb.
Baby Monkey, still half-asleep, opened one eye and whispered:
“CUTIS… what did you do?”
CUTIS looked around nervously. “Nothing yet… but something will happen.”
Baby Monkey blinked. “Why you say it like that?”
CUTIS smirked. “Because I feel it in my brain. Today my super intelligence will be needed.”
Baby Monkey didn’t understand. CUTIS always felt like a genius even when he was doing nonsense. But this time, CUTIS was absolutely right—his “super intelligence” was about to be tested.
The Accident That Started Everything
The morning started peacefully… for about five minutes.
CUTIS saw Mom’s fruit basket on the table. Filled with big, ripe bananas. The kind he loved the most. The kind Mom counted very carefully.
CUTIS whispered to Baby Monkey, “I only take one banana… only one.”
But when CUTIS took one, the whole basket tipped over.
And every fruit rolled across the floor like tiny yellow rockets.
Baby Monkey gasped. “CUTIS… Mom will kill you.”
CUTIS froze, eyes wide, hairs standing straight up. Then he grabbed Baby Monkey’s shoulders dramatically:
“LISTEN TO ME. We must escape. NOW.”
Baby Monkey squeaked nervously. “CUTIS… Mom will know it’s you.”
CUTIS shook his head confidently. “Not if I use SUPER INTELLIGENCE!”
And with those heroic words, CUTIS began the funniest escape of his life.
Escape Plan #1: Distraction Mode Activated
CUTIS looked around the room for something—anything—to distract Mom.
He grabbed a broom.
Baby Monkey scratched his head. “CUTIS… what you doing?”
CUTIS whispered like a spy, “Watch and learn.”
He leaned the broom carefully against the door. Then he kicked a small pebble at it.
BAM!
The broom fell to the floor with a loud crash.
Mom’s voice echoed from the kitchen:
“Who made that noise!?”
CUTIS grabbed Baby Monkey. “RUN!”
They sprinted out of the room as Mom walked toward the fallen broom. CUTIS smiled proudly.
“Distraction complete. Super intelligence level 1 success.”
Baby Monkey clapped even though he didn’t understand anything.
CUTIS peeked from behind the wall—Mom was inspecting the broom. Perfect.
But Mom wasn’t the only one suspicious. The family cat stared at CUTIS with narrowed, judgmental eyes.
CUTIS hissed back. “Don’t ruin my escape.”
The cat blinked slowly.
CUTIS felt insulted.
Escape Plan #2: Camouflage Genius Mode
CUTIS dragged Baby Monkey into the laundry room.
Baby Monkey looked confused. “Why here?”
CUTIS pointed at a pile of clothes. “Camouflage!”
Before Baby Monkey could protest, CUTIS buried himself under a giant shirt. Only his eyes peeked out.
Baby Monkey did the same… except he put a whole sock on his head and got stuck.
CUTIS facepalmed. “Why you always choose the wrong hiding?”
Baby Monkey muffled, “I can’t breathe…”
CUTIS freed him and shoved him into a small hoodie.
Now they were both “blended” into the laundry.
CUTIS whispered, “No one will find us. My brain is too advanced.”
But then—
Mom entered the laundry room.
CUTIS and Baby Monkey held their breath.
Mom looked around.
CUTIS shivered.
Baby Monkey squeaked softly.
CUTIS elbowed him.
Mom lifted the pile of clothes directly beside them.
CUTIS prayed silently.
Then Mom said, “Hmm… must’ve been the wind,” and walked out.
CUTIS exhaled dramatically. “Super intelligence level 2 complete.”
Baby Monkey nodded, impressed.
Escape Plan #3: The Vent Tunnel Mission
CUTIS now needed a real escape. Mom would definitely go back to the fruit basket soon.
Then there would be yelling.
And lectures.
And maybe a little ear-pulling.
CUTIS refused to accept such a fate.
He pointed to the small air vent near the ceiling.
“Baby Monkey… we must escape through the secret tunnel!”
Baby Monkey tilted his head. “CUTIS… that too small.”
CUTIS puffed his chest. “Not for me.”
He climbed onto a chair, then onto a stack of boxes, then onto a slippery bucket that wobbled dangerously.
Baby Monkey jumped nervously below him. “CUTIS! Careful!”
CUTIS scoffed. “I am master of—”
WHOOSH!
The bucket slipped. CUTIS fell. Baby Monkey tried to catch him and got flattened like a pancake.
Both monkeys groaned.
CUTIS got up pretending nothing happened. “I meant to do that. Testing the floor quality.”
Baby Monkey squeaked in pain.
CUTIS climbed again—this time slower.
He finally reached the vent and squeezed inside like a noodle.
Baby Monkey followed and got stuck halfway.
CUTIS pulled.
Baby Monkey squeaked like a rubber toy.
CUTIS pulled harder.
POP! Baby Monkey flew into the vent and collided with CUTIS.
They tumbled through the tunnel like marbles.
When they reached the exit…
They crashed into a pile of leaves outside the house.
CUTIS stood up triumphantly.
“Super intelligence level 3 escape complete!”
Baby Monkey spit out a leaf. “CUTIS… this too much.”
CUTIS looked back at the house proudly.
“We escaped Mom. We safe now.”
But Baby Monkey tapped CUTIS’s shoulder.
“CUTIS… Mom behind you.”
CUTIS froze.
Slowly… he turned around.
Mom stood there.
Hands on hips.
Eyebrows raised.
Tail tapping like an angry clock.
CUTIS whispered, “Abort mission… ABORT MISSION!”
The Final Escape (CUTIS’s Ultimate Move)
Mom stomped toward them.
Baby Monkey hid behind CUTIS.
CUTIS panicked. His super intelligence had one final idea.
He dropped to his knees dramatically.
“MOOOOOM! Wind blew fruit! Not me!”
Baby Monkey gasped. “CUTIS… that lie!”
CUTIS elbowed him. “Shhhh!”
Mom did not look convinced.
CUTIS quickly switched strategies.
He opened his arms and ran toward Mom like a slow-motion movie hero.
“MAMA! I MISSED YOU!”
Mom stepped aside.
CUTIS fell face-first into the grass.
Baby Monkey laughed so hard he rolled down the hill.
Mom finally sighed, picked both of them up by their tails, and said:
“You two are unbelievable.”
CUTIS nodded proudly. “Thank you.”
Mom glared. CUTIS shut his mouth immediately.
The Conclusion: Mom Always Wins
Back inside, Mom cleaned the fruit basket and looked at CUTIS.
CUTIS stared back with innocent eyes.
Mom finally smirked. “Your super intelligence didn’t save you.”
CUTIS gasped. “You… knew everything?”
Mom nodded.
CUTIS whispered to Baby Monkey, “She has super intelligence too…”
Baby Monkey nodded in awe.
CUTIS crossed his arms. “I must upgrade my brain.”
Mom flicked CUTIS’s forehead gently.
“Ow!”
Baby Monkey giggled.
CUTIS glared at him. “Next time… YOU escape with me.”
Baby Monkey agreed immediately.
CUTIS smiled proudly.
Another day, another chaos, another hilarious escape attempt.
And CUTIS… was already planning the next one.
