Morning broke with golden light shimmering through the trees, casting playful shadows on the forest floor. The troop was still waking up, stretching, yawning, and grooming each other. But two little troublemakers were already fully awake—Cutis and his best friend, Tino, a baby monkey with wild fur, sparkling eyes, and a mischievous smile that warned everyone danger was coming.
These two together were a recipe for pure chaos.
Today’s chaos started with a simple idea from Tino:
“Let’s take Mama’s fruit banana and hide it!”
Cutis shook his head dramatically. He knew Mama Sami did NOT tolerate food-related crimes. But Tino had already grabbed the banana and scampered up a branch, giggling proudly like he had just stolen treasure from a king.
Cutis followed—not to help steal, but because he always followed Tino no matter what. The two sat on the branch, munching secretly while watching Mama.
But Mama wasn’t clueless.
Oh no.
She turned slowly, sniffed the air, narrowed her eyes… and realized:
Her precious banana was missing.
Her voice boomed through the forest:
“CUTIS!! TINO!! Where is my banana?!”
Cutis jumped. Tino froze. Both looked at each other with wide, guilty eyes.
Tino whispered, “Run?”
Cutis whispered back, “Too late…”
Mama Sami marched toward them with the expression every baby monkey feared—the I-know-you-did-something face. Cutis clung to the branch, tail shaking. Tino shoved the banana peel aside, pretending he had no idea what a banana even was.
Mama crossed her arms.
“Who took it?”
Silence.
Cutis gulped.
Tino swallowed.
Both trembled.
But Mama wasn’t fooled. She pointed at the banana peel near their feet.
“Explain.”
Now the troop was watching. Aunties, uncles, grandmas, even the grumpy males. Everyone loved drama.
Tino whispered to Cutis, “Say nothing. Stay quiet. Maybe she will forget.”
Mama Sami raised one eyebrow. “Do you really think I will forget?”
Cutis felt like fainting.
Then suddenly, something unexpected happened.
Tino—the naughty one, the fearless one—stood up bravely, puffed out his little chest, walked to the edge of the branch, and shouted:
“Mama! It was ME! I did it! Cutis didn’t do anything! Don’t blame him!”
The entire troop gasped.
Cutis’ jaw dropped open.
Grandma nearly fell off the branch.
Tino, the king of mischief, had just confessed?!
And he wasn’t done.
He stepped in front of Cutis like a tiny superhero, arms stretched out dramatically.
“Cutis tried to stop me! I stole the banana! I ate it! Punish me, not him!”
Cutis stared at him, eyes shining with pure shock. He whispered in disbelief, “Tino… you… you protect me?”
Tino whispered back, “That’s what best friends do. Even troublemakers.”
Mama Sami blinked slowly. She had expected excuses, lies, or both—but not bravery like this. She crossed her arms again, trying not to laugh.
“Tino,” she said sternly, “do you know stealing food is wrong?”
“Yes Mama,” Tino squeaked.
“And you ate my banana?”
“Yes Mama.”
“And you dragged Cutis into this mess?”
Tino lowered his head. “Yes Mama… sorry Mama…”
The troop watched intently.
Mama sighed deeply. “You are both in trouble. BUT…”
Everyone leaned forward.
“…because you admitted your mistake and tried to protect your friend, I won’t punish you severely.”
Cutis cheered quietly. Tino exhaled loudly, wiping sweat off his tiny face.
“But you WILL help me gather fruit later,” Mama added.
Tino nodded so hard his whole body wiggled.
Cutis clapped his little hands in relief.
Later that day, Tino and Cutis sat together on a branch recovering from the morning drama.
Cutis nudged him gently. “Tino… Why you protect me? You usually run first.”
Tino scratched his head and shrugged. “Mama would be very mad. You small. You soft. You cry fast. I protect.”
Cutis slapped Tino’s arm lightly. “I no cry that fast!”
Tino smirked. “Yes you do.”
Cutis pouted.
But then they both started giggling.
The truth was, Tino had grown up always getting scolded. He didn’t mind. He was used to it. But Cutis? He was Mama’s baby—her soft little heart. Tino knew Mama would be harsher on Cutis because she wanted him to behave perfectly.
Tino didn’t want his best friend to be scared or sad.
So he took the blame.
Grandma Monkey, who had been watching the whole time, came closer and patted Tino’s head.
“That was very brave of you,” she said. “Not many babies admit mistakes. Most run away and pretend they know nothing.”
Tino pointed at Cutis. “Cutis always run away first.”
Cutis gasped. “Not true! I run second!”
Grandma laughed so loudly the birds flew off the branches.
But the funniest moment came in the afternoon.
Mama called Tino and Cutis to join her for fruit gathering. She expected them to work quietly, but… no. These two had other plans.
Cutis grabbed one fruit and placed it in the basket.
Tino grabbed one fruit, took a bite, then placed it in the basket.
Mama turned. “TINO! No eating!”
Tino hid the bitten fruit behind his back. “What eating? No eating. I no eat.”
Cutis whispered, “Tino lying again!”
Tino whispered back, “Shhh! You want Mom mad?!”
Mama sighed deeply. “I can still see the fruit in your hand.”
Tino slowly lowered his hand, cheeks puffed with guilt.
Cutis giggled uncontrollably.
Then Tino suddenly pointed at a tree and shouted, “LOOK! A BIG BIRD!”
Mama turned.
Tino and Cutis ran.
Mama sighed, “These two will be the end of me.”
Evening came, and the troop settled on their favorite tall branches. The sunset painted the sky orange and pink while cool air flowed through the leaves.
Cutis snuggled next to Mama, tired from the long day. Tino curled up close too, pretending he wasn’t exhausted.
Mama stroked Cutis’ head and said softly, “You two cause so much trouble… but you love each other deeply. That’s what matters.”
Cutis hugged Tino.
Tino pretended he didn’t like it… but he hugged back.
Grandma chuckled. “These two are like tiny warriors—with tiny brains—but big hearts.”
Cutis and Tino smiled proudly.
And so, that day became legendary in the troop:
The day Tino bravely admitted stealing the banana to protect his little friend Cutis from Mama’s scolding.
It was funny, chaotic, dramatic, and unbelievably sweet.
And even though they caused trouble every single day, everyone knew…
Cutis and Tino were a team.
A trouble team.
A chaos duo.
A best-friends-forever pair.
And no matter what happened next—
whether they caused messes, accidents, or new disasters—
they would always protect each other, laugh together, and stick side by side…
even during banana crimes. 😂🐒💞
