Extremely Funny! CUTIS Shows Cooking Skills with Baby Monkey Making Mom Laugh Non-Stop 😂

It was one of those bright and cheerful mornings in the park, the kind where the sunlight dances through the leaves and the breeze feels like laughter itself. Birds chirped, squirrels scurried about, and in the middle of all the morning energy sat the funniest duo in the world—CUTIS and his little sidekick, Baby Monkey.

But today was no ordinary day. Today, CUTIS had decided to prove something to everyone—especially to Mom Monkey—that he, CUTIS, could cook!

He wasn’t just going to peel bananas or steal snacks. No, today was about culinary greatness! He puffed up his chest, adjusted his imaginary chef’s hat, and declared, “Ladies and gentlemen—well, mostly monkeys—welcome to CUTIS’s Kitchen! 🍌👨‍🍳”

Baby Monkey, who was sitting beside him chewing on a leaf, tilted his head curiously. “Papa CUTIS, what’s cooking?”

CUTIS grinned dramatically. “Happiness, flavor, and maybe a little chaos!”

Mom Monkey, watching from a tree branch nearby, chuckled. “CUTIS, the last time you tried cooking, you set the fruit basket on fire.”

“That was artistic smoke, not fire,” CUTIS said defensively, waving his hands. “This time, it’s serious. I’m making lunch—chef style!”

The “kitchen” was a flat rock surrounded by sticks, leaves, and fruit baskets. CUTIS had arranged everything like a professional chef would—bananas, mangos, coconuts, peanuts, and a mysterious handful of red berries that looked way too spicy.

“Rule number one of cooking,” CUTIS began, holding up a banana like a microphone, “is confidence! You must believe you’re a great chef before you even cook!”

Baby Monkey clapped his tiny hands. “You’re the best chef ever, Papa CUTIS!”

CUTIS winked. “Of course I am.”

He then picked up a big wooden bowl and started mashing bananas with a stick. “This is called ‘Monkey Mash Surprise,’” he explained seriously. “Secret ingredient—love and… whatever’s stuck on this stick.”

Mom Monkey nearly fell off the branch laughing. “CUTIS! That’s not a spoon, that’s a branch from the ground!”

“Details, details!” CUTIS waved her off. “A true chef improvises!”

As CUTIS continued, Baby Monkey wanted to help. He grabbed a mango and tried to peel it—but instead of peeling, he squished it, sending juice flying everywhere.

Splat!

It landed right on CUTIS’s face.

Baby Monkey gasped. “Oops! Sorry Papa CUTIS!”

CUTIS blinked, slowly wiped the mango pulp from his eyes, and said with mock seriousness, “Ah yes, facial treatment—mango flavor. Very good for the skin.”

Mom Monkey burst out laughing so hard she had to hold her belly. “CUTIS, you look like a walking smoothie!”

“Thank you, thank you,” CUTIS bowed dramatically, dripping mango from his chin. “A chef must taste and wear his art!”

Next, CUTIS decided to “fry” something. Of course, there was no stove—so he used a flat metal pan he’d found near the human picnic area and placed it under the sun.

“Solar cooking, my dear apprentices!” he announced. “Nature’s own kitchen!”

He placed a few peanuts and banana slices on it. Baby Monkey leaned over curiously and whispered, “Papa CUTIS… is it working?”

CUTIS squinted at the sizzling sound the sun made on the metal. “Hmm… it’s either cooking or melting. Either way, we’re making progress!”

Baby Monkey giggled. “You’re the smartest chef, Papa!”

Mom Monkey watched in absolute amusement. She had never seen anyone so confident about nonsense before. CUTIS was stirring, flipping, and even humming a made-up “chef song.”

🎵 “Banana peel, mango meal, monkey chef has awesome skill…” 🎵

Mom Monkey clapped along, tears of laughter streaming down her face.

Then came the “grand finale.” CUTIS wanted to make dessert—his signature dish called Coconut Explosion Delight.

“Baby Monkey, hand me the coconut!” CUTIS commanded proudly.

The little one rolled over a big coconut that was almost twice his size. CUTIS tapped it with his stick, trying to crack it open. Nothing happened. He hit it harder—still nothing.

Mom Monkey called out between laughs, “Need help, Chef CUTIS?”

CUTIS shook his head dramatically. “No, no! The chef must battle his ingredients!”

So he tried jumping on it.

Thud!

No luck.

Then he tried rolling it off the rock.

Bam!

Still solid.

Finally, Baby Monkey, wanting to help, grabbed the same stick CUTIS had used earlier and whacked the coconut… and miraculously, it split open with a CRACK!

CUTIS froze. His jaw dropped. “You… you did it?”

Baby Monkey looked shyly proud. “I just… hit it.”

CUTIS gasped, eyes wide. “My student has surpassed the master!”

Mom Monkey laughed so hard she almost fell off the branch again. “CUTIS, maybe Baby Monkey should be the chef next time!”

CUTIS pretended to faint dramatically. “Betrayed… by my own apprentice!”

Once the coconut was open, the three of them gathered around. CUTIS poured the coconut water into a leaf cup, mixed it with mashed bananas, and topped it with peanuts.

“Behold!” he announced, “The final masterpiece—CUTIS’s Jungle Delight!”

He handed a portion to Baby Monkey, who took a tiny taste—and his eyes lit up. “Papa! It’s actually yummy!”

Mom Monkey took a sip too and laughed in surprise. “It’s… not bad at all! CUTIS, you might be onto something!”

CUTIS puffed out his chest proudly. “See? I told you. Chef CUTIS never fails!”

Just then, however, Baby Monkey sneezed—right into the bowl.

PFFFFFT!

Bits of banana flew everywhere, splattering CUTIS’s face again.

There was a brief silence—then Mom Monkey burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her belly as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“CUTIS!” she managed between giggles, “You look like a banana pudding now!”

Baby Monkey giggled too, covering his mouth. “Sorry Papa… you look yummy!”

CUTIS sighed dramatically but then laughed along. “What can I say? Even the best chefs must sometimes become the dish.”

As the sun began to set, the laughter still echoed through the park. CUTIS, Baby Monkey, and Mom Monkey sat together on the rock, surrounded by their “culinary mess”—banana peels, empty coconut shells, and happy memories.

Mom Monkey wiped her tears of joy and said, “CUTIS, you may not be the best chef, but you are definitely the funniest.”

CUTIS grinned. “Laughter is the secret ingredient, my dear.”

Baby Monkey nodded seriously. “Then we used a lot of secret ingredient today!”

CUTIS chuckled, patting his little head. “Yes, we did, little one.”

As the sky turned orange and pink, the trio sat together enjoying the last of their makeshift dessert. The day had been chaotic, messy, and absolutely hilarious—but it was also full of love, teamwork, and endless fun.

CUTIS leaned back, arms behind his head, and sighed with satisfaction. “Another successful mission for Chef CUTIS and his assistant!”

Mom Monkey smiled warmly. “And I’m your number one customer.”

Baby Monkey raised his hand proudly. “And I’m the taste tester!”

CUTIS winked. “Perfect. Tomorrow—we cook again!”

Mom Monkey laughed so hard she almost spilled her drink. “Oh no! I think the kitchen’s closed!”

But CUTIS just smiled, his mischievous eyes twinkling. “The kitchen of laughter never closes.”

And as night fell, the sound of giggles and playful chatter filled the park once more—proof that even the messiest moments can become the most unforgettable memories when shared with love and laughter. 🐒😂🍌