CUTIS, the golden dog with the brightest eyes, was lying lazily on the wooden floor. Beside him sat the baby monkey, Lu, who was always full of ideas—some clever, some mischievous, and all very funny. The two had become best friends in the household, spending every waking moment together.
But lately, there was one thing that fascinated them more than bananas, bones, or even their daily playtime—the glowing rectangle in Dad’s hand. Dad called it his phone. To CUTIS and the baby monkey, it was pure magic. It made sounds, showed moving pictures, and even talked back when Dad tapped it.
“CUTIS,” the baby monkey whispered one evening, his tiny hands pulling on CUTIS’s ear, “we need to see the phone closer. Maybe there are bananas inside! Or funny dogs that talk!”
CUTIS tilted his head. “Or maybe Dad keeps secret bones in there,” he barked softly, tail wagging. “We must find out.”
From that moment, the two hatched a secret plan. They decided they would hide from Dad, sneak into his room, and finally get their paws and hands on the phone.
The First Attempt
Their first plan was simple. Dad often left the phone on the table while cooking. The baby monkey suggested, “We wait until Dad goes to the kitchen, then we crawl under the sofa and sneak out!”
CUTIS, being bigger, wasn’t sure if hiding under the sofa was possible, but he tried anyway. The monkey fit easily, his little face peeking out with excitement. CUTIS, however, got stuck halfway. His fluffy tail wagged so hard that the sofa shook.
Dad walked back into the room just in time. “CUTIS! What are you doing under there?” he laughed, pulling the dog out by the paws. The monkey giggled nervously, pretending he was just looking for a toy.
Their first attempt had failed, but the fire of curiosity only grew stronger.
The Night Plan
Later that night, when Dad was snoring peacefully, the baby monkey tapped CUTIS awake. “Now is our chance! The phone is on the bedside table.”
They tiptoed—well, CUTIS padded quietly while the monkey hopped like a shadow—into Dad’s room. The glow from the phone’s screen illuminated the dark.
The monkey stretched his tiny arms toward it, but it was too high. CUTIS crouched down, letting the monkey climb onto his back. With a wobble, the monkey reached the phone and pulled it down.
BAM!
The phone slipped, hit the floor, and the sound echoed. Dad stirred in his sleep. Both CUTIS and the monkey froze.
Luckily, Dad only rolled over, mumbling, “Silly dreams,” before falling back asleep.
The monkey unlocked the phone by accidentally pressing the screen with his toes. Suddenly, a video started playing—bright colors, cheerful music, and a dancing cartoon banana!
The monkey’s eyes went wide. “CUTIS! Look! It’s a magic banana that sings!”
CUTIS barked quietly in awe, his tail wagging like a drum. They sat huddled together, watching clip after clip, giggling and whispering in disbelief.
Trouble Begins
Morning came, and Dad noticed something strange. His phone battery was dead. “Huh? I charged it last night,” he muttered.
CUTIS and the monkey exchanged guilty looks but said nothing. Dad recharged the phone, but that evening, the same thing happened. Videos had been watched, strange pawprints and fingerprints were on the screen, and even the wallpaper had changed to a picture of a banana.
“Who’s been touching my phone?” Dad asked suspiciously.
CUTIS barked innocently and rolled over, while the monkey pretended to nap. But Dad wasn’t so easily fooled.
The Grand Hideout
To avoid being caught, CUTIS and the monkey built a secret hideout. Behind the curtains in the living room, they stacked cushions and blankets, creating a little fort. Whenever Dad left his phone unattended, they would sneak it into their hideout and binge-watch funny videos.
They laughed at dancing cats, clapped for juggling monkeys, and even tried to mimic yoga poses they saw. The monkey twisted himself into knots, while CUTIS tried stretching his legs in a downward-dog pose but fell over in a heap.
The two were having the time of their lives—until one day, the phone started ringing loudly inside their hideout.
“RING! RING! RING!”
Dad followed the sound, pulled open the curtains, and there they were—CUTIS with the phone in his mouth, and the monkey tapping the screen with his toes.
“Ah-ha!” Dad exclaimed.
The Ending…
For a moment, CUTIS and the baby monkey thought they were in serious trouble. They bowed their heads, ears drooping, tails low. The monkey covered his face with his tiny hands, peeking out nervously.
But instead of scolding them, Dad burst into laughter. “So you two were my mystery phone thieves all along?” He shook his head. “You’re smarter than I thought.”
Instead of taking the phone away forever, Dad came up with a new idea. He downloaded a special app just for them—videos of animals, soft music, and even little games where bananas danced across the screen.
“Here,” Dad said, setting up the phone on a stand. “You two can watch, but only when I’m around. No more sneaky midnight missions!”
CUTIS barked happily, wagging his tail, while the baby monkey clapped his hands in excitement. Their secret plan had been discovered, but instead of ending in punishment, it turned into something even better—a new bonding time with Dad.
From then on, every evening became “phone time.” Dad would sit on the couch with CUTIS and the baby monkey snuggled on either side, watching silly videos together. The monkey laughed at the dancing bananas, CUTIS barked at the silly dogs on screen, and Dad enjoyed the sight of his two mischievous companions learning and playing.
Their secret mission had failed, but in the most wonderful way—it brought them even closer as a family.
