In a bustling little riverside town filled with color, laughter, and the chatter of daily life, there lived a mischievous monkey named CUTIS. Everyone in town knew CUTIS — the small, clever, golden-brown monkey with big curious eyes and a grin that always meant trouble.
He wasn’t a bad monkey at heart. In fact, CUTIS loved people — he loved their smiles, their food, and especially the shiny, crinkly, colorful things they carried in their pockets.
That’s right. CUTIS had developed a rather unique talent — he was a professional pickpocket!
The Mischievous Morning
It was a bright morning, the kind where sunlight bounced off the river and the marketplace was alive with energy. Vendors were shouting, “Fresh mangoes! Fresh bananas!” and children were laughing as they chased each other around.
High above on a tree branch sat CUTIS, munching on a banana peel and watching everyone below like a tiny detective planning his next move.
Beside him was his best buddy — Baby Monkey — small, innocent, and always following CUTIS’s lead.
“CUTIS,” Baby Monkey said, his mouth full of fruit, “what we do today?”
CUTIS grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Today, my little friend, we practice the art of pickpocketing!”
Baby Monkey tilted his head. “Pick…pocket?”
CUTIS nodded proudly. “It means getting yummy things from people’s pockets — without them even knowing!”
Baby Monkey gasped. “You mean… stealing?”
CUTIS waved his hand dismissively. “No, no! Just borrowing with style.”
And so, Operation Pickpocket began.
The First Target
CUTIS and Baby Monkey climbed down into the busy market, moving between stalls and blending in with the noise and chaos. Their eyes darted from pocket to pocket, searching for the perfect first target.
That’s when they spotted him — a man with a wide hat and a bulging pocket full of what looked like wrapped candies.
CUTIS licked his lips. “Sweet… target acquired.”
He whispered his plan to Baby Monkey. “You distract him. I’ll go in for the goods.”
Baby Monkey nodded bravely, then jumped onto a nearby basket, knocking over some apples. The man turned around quickly. “Hey! What’s this monkey doing?!”
While everyone’s attention was on Baby Monkey, CUTIS silently crept up behind the man. His tiny hand reached forward… closer… closer… and — snatch!
He pulled out the shiny candy bag and zipped up a pole before anyone noticed.
“CUTIS!” Baby Monkey squeaked, chasing after him.
From the top of the pole, CUTIS opened the bag and sniffed. “Mmm! Strawberry! Perfect job, partner!”
The man looked up and realized what had happened. “You little thief!” he shouted, shaking his fist.
CUTIS just laughed and tossed a candy wrapper down. “Thank you!”
The crowd burst into laughter. Even the vendors couldn’t help but giggle.
“CUTIS strikes again!” someone said.
The Second Adventure
Later that day, CUTIS spotted another target — a woman carrying a large purse, stuffed with colorful objects. CUTIS’s curiosity got the better of him.
“I bet she’s hiding something amazing in there,” he said, rubbing his hands together.
Baby Monkey, a little nervous now, whispered, “Maybe no more stealing, CUTIS?”
CUTIS winked. “Just one more — for research!”
They followed the woman quietly through the market. She stopped to buy some flowers, and CUTIS took his chance. He crept up behind her, leaned forward, and dipped his little hand inside the open purse.
He felt something soft and round — he pulled it out quickly.
But instead of food or candy… it was a baby sock!
CUTIS blinked in confusion. “What is this?”
The woman turned around just in time to see him holding the tiny sock. “Hey!” she shouted.
CUTIS froze. Then, with his cheeky grin, he put the sock on his head like a hat and posed proudly. The crowd burst into laughter.
“Look at him!” someone shouted. “He’s a monkey fashion model now!”
The woman couldn’t help but laugh too. “You silly thing!” she said.
CUTIS, still wearing the sock-hat, leapt up onto a nearby stall and gave a dramatic bow.
“Thank you, thank you!” he seemed to say.
CUTIS Becomes a Star
By now, everyone in the marketplace knew about CUTIS’s antics. Whenever he showed up, people laughed and kept a closer eye on their pockets — but they also brought him treats.
Kids would shout, “Hey CUTIS! Want some jelly?” and throw him little sweets. CUTIS would catch them mid-air and wave like a performer.
He had become the town’s unofficial comedian thief — naughty but loved.
Even Baby Monkey started enjoying the fun. “CUTIS,” he said one day, “you make people laugh.”
CUTIS puffed his chest proudly. “Of course! It’s my job!”
The Big Trouble
But one day, CUTIS took his pickpocketing a bit too far.
A tourist had arrived in town, wearing sunglasses and carrying a small camera bag. CUTIS, who loved shiny things, couldn’t resist.
He whispered to Baby Monkey, “That bag looks special. I’ll just take a peek.”
CUTIS climbed down silently and unzipped the small bag while the tourist was busy taking photos. Inside, he saw something sparkly — a silver bracelet.
“Wow!” CUTIS whispered. “Treasure!”
But before he could pull it out, the man turned around and shouted, “Hey! What are you doing?!”
CUTIS panicked and bolted, the bracelet clutched in his hand. The man ran after him, yelling, “Stop that monkey!”
The marketplace erupted into chaos again. People laughed and pointed as CUTIS zigzagged through stalls, leaping from table to table, with the bracelet glinting in his hand.
Baby Monkey ran behind, squeaking, “CUTIS! Drop it! Drop it!”
Finally, CUTIS tripped over a basket of oranges and tumbled into a pile of hay. The bracelet flew out of his hand and landed at the tourist’s feet.
CUTIS sat up, straw in his fur, looking guilty but adorable.
The man bent down, picked up the bracelet, and sighed. “You naughty little guy,” he said, shaking his head.
But when CUTIS looked up with his big innocent eyes, the man couldn’t stay mad. He chuckled. “Alright, alright. No harm done.”
He even gave CUTIS a small candy as a peace offering. “Here. Just don’t touch my bag again!”
CUTIS nodded gratefully and stuffed the candy into his mouth. “Deal!”
The Lesson
Later that evening, CUTIS sat by the river with Baby Monkey, watching the sunset.
“CUTIS,” Baby Monkey said softly, “maybe no more stealing?”
CUTIS smiled, looking thoughtful. “You’re right, little one. No more stealing. But maybe…” He paused with a smirk. “…just a little borrowing sometimes?”
Baby Monkey laughed. “Funny CUTIS!”
The two monkeys splashed water and played until the stars came out. The day had been wild, funny, and full of laughter — just like every day with CUTIS.
The Town’s Beloved Rascal
From then on, CUTIS didn’t really steal anymore — not seriously, at least. Instead, he became part of the market’s daily life.
He’d help carry fruit (and sneak a few bites), entertain children, and sometimes pretend to pick pockets — just for laughs. People loved it.
Whenever visitors came, townsfolk would smile and say, “Watch your pockets! CUTIS might be around!”
And sure enough, somewhere up in the trees, CUTIS would be watching, his little tail twitching, his mischievous grin glowing under the sun.
He was the monkey who turned trouble into laughter — the one and only Monkey Pickpocket 🤣🐒.
Because in that little riverside town, life was always more fun when CUTIS was up to his funny, furry tricks.
