Unexpected Incident in the House! CUTIS & Baby Monkey Confused 😯

Morning in the monkey family’s cozy wooden house always began with cheerful chaos. The sun slipped through the leaves, painting golden patterns on the bamboo floor. CUTIS, the ever-curious young monkey, was already wide awake, swinging from one beam to another with his endless energy. Baby, the tiny but clever youngest member of the family, followed CUTIS everywhere—like a shadow that giggled.

That morning, though, something was different. The air felt tense, and even the usual chirping of birds outside seemed hesitant. CUTIS paused mid-swing, his head tilted. “Hmm… why is everything so quiet today?” he wondered aloud. Baby, clutching his favorite banana toy, blinked up at him. “Maybe everyone’s still sleeping?”

CUTIS scratched his head, shrugged, and continued exploring. He never could resist an adventure. But as he landed near the kitchen, his eyes widened. The basket of fruits that had been full last night—bananas, mangos, and papayas—was now empty. Completely empty! Only a few banana peels were scattered around like clues to a mystery.

“Wait… who ate all the fruit?” CUTIS gasped dramatically, pointing at the mess. Baby’s eyes grew round, his mouth forming an “O.” “No way! Mom will be mad!” he whispered, clutching CUTIS’s tail in worry.

CUTIS looked left and right. “It couldn’t be me. I was sleeping… I think.” He rubbed his chin like a detective. “Could it be… a thief?”

The word thief made Baby shiver. He had seen Dad chase away a raccoon once who had tried to steal their coconuts. “A thief in our house?!” he squeaked.

Without wasting a second, the two monkeys decided to investigate. CUTIS grabbed a stick (his “detective baton”), and Baby grabbed a tiny leaf he used as a “clue collector.” Together, they began their mission.

They followed the banana peel trail through the living room. One peel led to another, and then another—until they reached the back door. CUTIS crouched down and examined the floor carefully. “Look! Footprints!” he exclaimed proudly.

Baby leaned closer. “Uh… those are your footprints, CUTIS.”

CUTIS frowned. “Hmm, true… but still suspicious!”

Suddenly, a loud thump! echoed from the attic above them. Both monkeys froze. CUTIS’s fur stood on end. Baby’s little tail twitched nervously.

“Did you hear that?” CUTIS whispered.
Baby nodded. “It came from up there…”

They looked at the ladder leading to the attic. It creaked slightly, as if someone—or something—had just moved. CUTIS puffed his chest. “We have to be brave. Maybe the thief is hiding up there!”

Baby wasn’t so sure. “Or maybe it’s a ghost monkey,” he said, trembling. CUTIS gulped but shook his head. “No such thing! Come on, partner.”

Step by step, they climbed the ladder. The attic was dim and dusty, filled with old baskets, ropes, and forgotten toys. CUTIS squinted into the darkness. “Hello? Anyone there?”

No answer. Only silence. Then—rustle!—something moved behind an old basket. Both monkeys jumped. CUTIS raised his stick, ready for battle. Baby clung to his back, eyes shut tight.

“Come out!” CUTIS shouted.

Out popped… a big round head with sleepy eyes and a banana in its mouth.

It was Grandma Monkey!

CUTIS and Baby gasped. Grandma looked just as shocked to see them. “What are you two doing sneaking around up here?” she demanded, wiping banana from her chin.

CUTIS pointed at her dramatically. “So you were the thief!”

Grandma blinked. “Thief? What nonsense!”

Baby, still wide-eyed, whispered, “You ate all the bananas?”

Grandma burst out laughing, shaking her head. “Oh, my silly little ones. I couldn’t sleep last night, so I came up here for a snack. I didn’t think anyone would notice.”

CUTIS and Baby looked at each other, then at the empty fruit basket memory. The mystery was solved… or so they thought.

But just as they started to laugh, another crash came from downstairs. All three monkeys froze again. Grandma frowned. “Now what was that?”

CUTIS’s detective instincts kicked in again. “Another thief!” he announced, rushing down the ladder before anyone could stop him.

Baby followed, clutching his leaf tightly, while Grandma sighed and came after them.

Downstairs, the living room was a mess—pillows on the floor, curtains tangled, and the sound of something scurrying behind the couch. CUTIS pointed. “There! It’s moving!”

He crept forward, Baby close behind, both of them trembling but determined. CUTIS counted to three in a whisper: “One… two… three!”—then he jumped forward and pulled the curtain aside.

A loud squeak! erupted, and a small squirrel dashed out, darting straight between CUTIS’s legs and disappearing through the window.

“Hey!” CUTIS shouted, but it was too fast. Baby laughed in relief. “It’s just a squirrel!”

Grandma, arriving breathlessly, chuckled. “Looks like we had two hungry guests last night—me and that little thief.”

The tension faded, replaced by laughter. CUTIS scratched his head sheepishly. “Guess I need more detective training.”

But just when everyone thought the drama was over, Dad Monkey entered the house carrying a bunch of fresh bananas. “What’s going on here? Why is everything upside down?”

CUTIS and Baby exchanged nervous glances. Grandma smirked mischievously. “Ask your little detectives,” she said. “They thought I was a ghost thief.”

Dad burst out laughing so hard he had to hold his belly. “A ghost thief! Oh CUTIS, you and Baby always make life exciting.”

CUTIS smiled proudly, though a bit embarrassed. “We were just protecting the family!”

Dad ruffled his fur affectionately. “And you did a great job. But maybe next time, investigate after breakfast.”

Everyone laughed again, and soon Mom joined in, bringing bowls of coconut milk and roasted nuts. The house, once filled with confusion, now buzzed with warmth and joy.

Baby perched beside CUTIS, munching on a banana. “Hey CUTIS,” he said quietly, “today was really scary but fun.”

CUTIS nodded. “Yeah. You know what that means?”

“What?”

“Detective CUTIS and Assistant Baby are officially the best team ever!”

Baby giggled. “But next time, can we solve a mystery without ghosts or squirrels?”

CUTIS grinned. “No promises.”

As the afternoon sun filtered through the trees, the monkey family sat together, their laughter echoing through the forest. Grandma told funny stories from her younger days, Dad teased CUTIS about his “ghost hunt,” and Baby clapped his tiny hands at every joke.

But later that night, as CUTIS was getting ready to sleep, he heard a faint sound from outside—a quiet rustle near the window. His detective ears perked up. He tiptoed closer and peeked out.

There, under the moonlight, was the same squirrel—sneaking back toward the fruit basket they’d refilled earlier. CUTIS smiled, shaking his head. “Some thieves never learn.”

Instead of chasing it away, he placed one banana on the window sill and whispered, “Here, little one. But no more mess, okay?”

The squirrel grabbed the banana, chattered softly as if in thanks, and scampered off into the trees. CUTIS smiled and returned to bed, feeling proud—not just as a detective, but as a kind-hearted monkey who understood even the smallest creatures.

When Baby woke up in the middle of the night and saw CUTIS smiling in his sleep, he whispered, “Good night, Detective CUTIS.”

The forest was peaceful again. The mysterious noises were gone, the fruit basket was full, and the house was warm and quiet.

Yet one thing was sure—wherever CUTIS and Baby Monkey were, life was never boring. Every day brought laughter, chaos, and love.

And that’s how the day of the unexpected incident in the house ended—with two brave monkeys, a loving family, and one very satisfied squirrel munching its midnight snack under the moonlight. 🐵🌙💕