It was a bright, sunny morning in the little village where CUTIS and his playful family lived. The gentle sound of the river flowed nearby, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh grass and morning dew. Mom was busy as always, preparing breakfast and cleaning the house. She had worked hard the day before, catching a basket full of big, shiny fish from the river. Those fish were supposed to be sold at the market today — a very important day for the family.
But little did she know, two mischievous creatures were about to cause chaos — CUTIS and his tiny partner-in-crime, Baby Monkey.
CUTIS was sitting on the porch, chewing on a banana, while Baby Monkey rolled around beside him, trying to balance a small coconut on his head. Their laughter echoed through the yard. Baby Monkey adored CUTIS and copied everything he did. If CUTIS scratched his head, Baby Monkey scratched his too. If CUTIS climbed the tree, the little one tried to follow, even if he fell right after.
As Mom left the house to hang some clothes, CUTIS’s sharp eyes caught sight of the big basket of fish sitting beside the water jar. The fish were still alive, splashing around in the water, making funny sounds as they flapped their tails. CUTIS tilted his head curiously, eyes sparkling with mischief.
He pointed to the basket, then looked at Baby Monkey with a mischievous grin. Baby Monkey followed his gaze, blinking innocently at first. But when he saw the fish moving, his curiosity lit up too. He clapped his little hands, squeaking excitedly.
CUTIS got closer to the basket, sniffed the water, and poked a fish gently. It wriggled and splashed, sending drops all over his face. CUTIS jumped back in surprise, then burst out laughing. Baby Monkey laughed too, even though he didn’t know why.
Mom’s voice could be heard in the distance: “CUTIS, don’t touch the fish! I’ll be back in a minute!”
CUTIS froze for a second, glancing at the direction of her voice. But when he realized she wasn’t coming yet, his naughty brain began to turn again. He looked at Baby Monkey, whispered a few funny sounds, and pointed to the basket. Baby Monkey clapped, as if agreeing to whatever wild plan CUTIS had just made.
The next moment, CUTIS grabbed the handle of the basket and began dragging it toward the river. Baby Monkey followed behind, stumbling and giggling. The basket was heavy, but CUTIS was strong. Inch by inch, he pulled it closer to the water. Every time a fish jumped out, Baby Monkey tried to catch it with both hands, shouting excitedly in his tiny monkey voice.
When they finally reached the riverbank, the two troublemakers looked at each other proudly. CUTIS raised his hand as if to say, “Ready?” Baby Monkey nodded enthusiastically.
Then — SPLASH!
CUTIS tipped the basket over, and all the big, shiny fish slid out into the river, flipping and darting away in every direction. Baby Monkey jumped and clapped, shouting happily as the fish disappeared. He thought CUTIS had done something heroic — “saving” the fish! CUTIS threw his arms up in triumph, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world.
The two stood there, watching the ripples fade, smiling proudly like they’d just completed a great mission.
But the peace didn’t last long.
From behind them, a familiar voice thundered, “CUTIS!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”
Mom stood there, eyes wide, mouth open, staring at the now-empty basket. Her face turned from shock to disbelief, and then to pure fury. CUTIS froze. Baby Monkey slowly turned his head, his little mouth forming an “uh-oh” expression.
CUTIS knew that look. He had seen it before. That was the look — the one Mom gave right before chasing him with a broom.
Without a word, CUTIS grabbed Baby Monkey’s tiny hand and screamed in monkey language, “RUN!”
And they ran.
They bolted across the yard, slipping on banana peels, knocking over buckets, and nearly tripping over a chicken. Mom shouted from behind, waving her towel, “You two little rascals! Come back here!”
CUTIS climbed the nearest tree, with Baby Monkey hanging onto his tail. From above, they peeked down at Mom, who stood by the river shaking her head. CUTIS tried to stay quiet, but when Baby Monkey sneezed — “Achoo!” — the branch shook, and CUTIS almost lost his balance.
Mom looked up immediately. “I see you up there!” she yelled. CUTIS’s eyes widened. He hugged the branch tight, and Baby Monkey covered his eyes with both hands, pretending they were invisible.
Then Mom sighed deeply and sat down by the river, laughing despite herself. “Those two… they released all my fish! I can’t even stay mad.”
Seeing her laugh, CUTIS relaxed. He tapped Baby Monkey’s head gently, whispering as if saying, “See? She’s not angry anymore.” Baby Monkey peeked out and giggled. CUTIS swung down gracefully, landing near Mom, followed by Baby Monkey tumbling into his lap.
Mom looked at them both with a mix of love and exasperation. “You two think you’re funny, huh?” CUTIS scratched his head and made a sweet “oops” face. Baby Monkey copied him exactly, their twin expressions so adorable that Mom couldn’t help but laugh again.
“Well,” she said finally, “since you set my fish free, you’ll help me catch more tomorrow!”
CUTIS’s eyes widened — he hadn’t expected that. Baby Monkey squeaked in protest, but Mom simply patted their heads and went back to work. CUTIS sighed dramatically, pretending to faint on the ground, while Baby Monkey fanned him with a leaf.
The next morning came, and Mom kept her promise. With nets and baskets ready, the three of them headed to the river together. CUTIS was determined to make up for yesterday. He watched carefully as Mom showed him how to throw the net gently and wait. Baby Monkey, as usual, didn’t wait at all — he splashed into the water, trying to grab the fish with his bare hands.
CUTIS burst out laughing, pointing at Baby Monkey’s soaked fur. The little one pouted, then splashed water at CUTIS. That started a full-blown water fight. Mom tried to stay serious, but soon she was laughing too.
By noon, they had caught just enough fish — not as many as yesterday, but enough to sell. CUTIS carried the basket carefully this time, and Baby Monkey walked beside him, proudly holding one small fish like a treasure.
When they got home, Mom smiled warmly. “See? Much better,” she said. CUTIS nodded proudly, puffing out his chest.
But later that afternoon, as Mom went inside to cook, CUTIS noticed Baby Monkey staring at the basket again. He quickly waved his hands — “No! Don’t you dare!” But Baby Monkey tilted his head, smiling mischievously. CUTIS realized too late what he was planning.
Before CUTIS could stop him, Baby Monkey pulled one fish from the basket and tossed it back into the river — just one this time — then clapped proudly. CUTIS covered his face with both hands, groaning in disbelief.
Mom heard the splash and came running out. “What happened now!?” she shouted. CUTIS immediately pointed at Baby Monkey, who looked shocked, as if saying, “Me?! No!”
Mom laughed again, shaking her head. “You two are impossible!” she said.
That night, CUTIS and Baby Monkey sat together watching the moonlight shimmer on the river. CUTIS nudged the baby gently, whispering a soft chatter that seemed to say, “We might get in trouble, but at least we’re together.” Baby Monkey smiled sleepily and leaned against CUTIS’s arm.
Mom watched them from the doorway, her heart full. Even if they caused endless chaos, the house always felt alive because of them. And deep down, she knew—these two troublemakers were her greatest joy.
From that day forward, every time Mom caught a new batch of fish, she’d look at CUTIS and Baby Monkey and warn with a grin, “Don’t even think about it!”
And CUTIS would raise both hands, pretending to be innocent — while Baby Monkey giggled behind him, already planning the next adventure.
Because in their little world, mischief and laughter went hand in hand — and CUTIS & Baby Monkey were the funniest, most lovable partners in crime the village had ever seen. 😂🐒🐟
