The warm sun stretched across the little village, lighting up the small wooden house where CUTIS lived with his family. CUTIS was a bright, curious boy who always seemed to find adventures in the most ordinary things. But there was someone who made his days even more unpredictable—his mischievous companion, a baby monkey named Coco.
Coco had come into the family’s life almost by accident. CUTIS found him one rainy morning, shivering and alone by the edge of the forest. From then on, Coco became more than just a pet—he became CUTIS’ best friend, partner-in-crime, and sometimes, his biggest source of trouble.
One morning, something hilariously unbelievable happened.
The Idea
CUTIS woke up early that day, stretching his arms and yawning loudly. Beside his bed, Coco was already awake, nibbling on a piece of banana. CUTIS looked at him and whispered:
“Coco, today… we need money. I want to buy ice cream at the market. You want ice cream too, right?”
Coco’s eyes sparkled as if he understood every word. He clapped his tiny hands and screeched excitedly.
But CUTIS had no pocket money. Mom had been strict about saving, and she told him: “If you want something special, you must work for it.” CUTIS sighed. He didn’t have a job, but he had Coco, and Coco had endless energy for mischief.
Suddenly, Coco climbed onto the shelf and pointed at something—Mom’s colorful scarf. CUTIS’ eyes widened.
“No, Coco! That’s Mom’s favorite scarf!”
But Coco was already wrapping it around his neck and parading in front of the mirror like a little king. CUTIS couldn’t stop laughing. Then, a silly idea popped into his head:
“What if… we sell Mom’s things? Just for today. We’ll buy ice cream, and she’ll never know!”
The Great Mischief Begins
CUTIS and Coco tiptoed into Mom’s room. The baby monkey moved like a shadow, fast and sneaky, pulling out small items. Mom’s sunglasses, her pretty bracelets, even her old handbag that she rarely used. CUTIS stuffed them into a basket, giggling the whole time.
“Okay, Coco,” CUTIS whispered. “We’re going to the market. Act natural!”
The sight was hilarious—CUTIS carrying a basket of Mom’s things, and Coco perched on top of it, wearing the scarf and sunglasses like a mini celebrity. Villagers stopped and laughed as the pair strutted down the street.
At the market, CUTIS set up a tiny “stall” near the corner. He placed the items neatly, just like real shopkeepers did. Coco, ever the entertainer, jumped onto the table and started clapping, calling attention.
“Come, come! Buy something!” CUTIS shouted, mimicking adults.
People gathered, curious to see what the boy and his monkey were up to.
The Unbelievable Moment
The first customer, an old man, picked up Mom’s bracelet.
“How much, young seller?” he asked with a smile.
CUTIS scratched his head. “Uh… one dollar?”
The old man laughed so hard he nearly dropped his walking stick. “I’ll buy it, but only because your monkey is the funniest salesman I’ve ever seen!” He handed CUTIS the money, and Coco celebrated by doing a somersault.
Then, more villagers joined. A woman bought Mom’s scarf. A boy bought her sunglasses. The crowd wasn’t just buying the items—they were paying for the entertainment of CUTIS and Coco’s comedy act.
Coco climbed onto CUTIS’ shoulders and held the handbag up like a prize. The people roared with laughter. CUTIS shouted:
“Special discount today! Monkey-approved items!”
Within an hour, almost everything was gone. CUTIS looked into the basket—empty. His pocket jingled with coins and a few bills.
“We did it, Coco! We’re rich!” CUTIS cheered.
They ran straight to the ice cream stall. CUTIS bought two cones, one for himself and one for Coco. The baby monkey licked it greedily, smearing his face with cream. The two sat under a tree, laughing, happy, and proud of their “business.”
The Twist
But while CUTIS and Coco were celebrating, Mom was at home searching everywhere.
“Where is my scarf? My bracelets? And my sunglasses?!” she exclaimed, confused. Then she noticed her old handbag missing too.
It didn’t take long before a neighbor knocked on the door, holding Mom’s scarf. “Your son and his monkey were selling these at the market!”
Mom’s face turned red. “WHAT?!”
She stormed toward the market. By the time she arrived, CUTIS and Coco were already leaning back under the tree, ice cream in hand, looking like they owned the world.
“CUTIS!” Mom’s voice thundered.
CUTIS froze, the ice cream dripping onto his shirt. Coco quickly hid behind him, peeking out with guilty eyes.
“Did you take my things… and SELL them?!”
CUTIS gulped. “Uh… we were just… um… raising money for ice cream?”
The villagers around burst out laughing. One man said, “Don’t be too angry, Madam. The boy and the monkey gave us the funniest show we’ve seen all week!”
Mom sighed deeply, torn between anger and laughter. CUTIS’ guilty face and Coco’s silly grin made it hard to stay furious.
The Lesson
Back home, CUTIS returned all the remaining items. Some villagers had been kind enough to give them back, while others insisted on keeping them as “souvenirs of the funniest market day ever.”
Mom sat CUTIS down and said:
“CUTIS, I know you wanted ice cream, but selling other people’s things is not the way. If you want money, you must work honestly. Understand?”
CUTIS nodded, eyes downcast. Coco copied him, bowing his tiny head as if he too understood the scolding.
Then Mom smiled and said: “But… since you both made the whole village laugh today, I suppose I can forgive you. Next time, you should help me in the garden. Earn money the right way.”
CUTIS’ face lit up. “Really, Mom?”
“Yes,” she said, ruffling his hair. “And Coco too. He can carry bananas.”
Coco jumped up excitedly, clapping again, as if agreeing to the new job.
The Ending
From that day on, CUTIS and Coco became little helpers. They watered plants, carried baskets, and sometimes even entertained neighbors with their antics—for tips, of course.
But everyone in the village would always remember the unbelievable day when a boy and his baby monkey set up shop in the market, selling Mom’s things just to buy ice cream.
And even though Mom pretended to be stern whenever the story was retold, deep down, she couldn’t help but laugh every time she pictured her monkey wearing her scarf and sunglasses.
Because truly, nothing was funnier than that moment.
