The forest was unusually lively that morning, filled with the chatter of birds, rustling leaves, and the excited shrieks of young monkeys leaping from branch to branch. But among all the playful noise, there was one voice louder, sassier, and far more dramatic than all the rest:
“DON’T TOUCH ME! 😂🤣”
That voice belonged to none other than Koko—the smallest, funniest, most expressive baby monkey in the entire troop. Koko wasn’t just a monkey; he was a walking comedy show with fur. Everything he did somehow turned into something hilarious, and today was no exception.
The Beginning of the Chaos
It started early in the morning when Koko discovered a pair of tiny cloth shorts left behind by sanctuary workers. They were blue with a banana pattern—how perfect for a monkey, right?
Koko saw them lying on the hanging branch like a treasure waiting to be claimed. His eyes widened. His little mouth dropped open. He gasped dramatically as if he had discovered gold.
“My shorts!” he squeaked.
Bless his confused little heart—he didn’t realize they weren’t actually his.
He slipped them on, and they were much too big. They sagged around his waist, dragging slightly behind him. But to Koko?
He looked fabulous.
He strutted around the clearing, hands on hips, belly out, tail flicking behind him like he owned the entire forest.
The other monkeys burst into laughter.
“Koko, what are you wearing?!” one of the older monkeys cackled.
“They’re my FASHION SHORTS!” Koko replied proudly.
But when one baby monkey, Miko, reached out a curious hand to touch the shorts, Koko shrieked dramatically:
“DON’T TOUCH ME! Those are limited edition!”
The troop erupted into hysterics.
The Saga of the Shorts
Koko was obsessed. He refused to take the shorts off—even when they kept slipping. He held them up with one hand while climbing trees, hopping over roots, and eating fruit. Every time they fell a little lower, he’d gasp and yank them back up like the world was ending.
But then came the first real disaster.
Koko sat down on the soft ground to peel a banana. The shorts slipped halfway down his legs, exposing his tiny monkey butt.
Miko approached again—this time with mischief in his eyes.
“Koko… your shorts are going to fall off!”
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Koko warned, clutching his waistband like a scandalized grandmother.
But Miko poked the shorts anyway.
And Koko screamed like he had been splashed with cold water.
He shot up into the air, shorts dropping to his ankles, tripping him mid-jump. He tumbled forward, rolled three times, and landed face-first in a pile of leaves.
Every monkey watching broke down laughing.
Koko stood up, leaf stuck to his forehead, pride shattered but still clinging to those oversized shorts.
He yanked them back up with intense seriousness.
“I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME!” he repeated, pointing an accusing finger at Miko.
Miko shrugged innocently, fighting back giggles.
The Monkey Parade
Word spread fast that Koko was wearing “the legendary shorts.” Soon, monkeys from other corners of the sanctuary came to see the spectacle.
“Koko! Show us your shorts!”
“Koko! Dance!”
“Koko! Spin around!”
But every time someone reached out even one finger—
“DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T TOUCH THE SHORTS!”
He guarded them like they were made of diamonds.
One older monkey tried to inspect them closely, curious about the strange human smell on the fabric. He gently tugged the corner of the shorts to see the pattern.
Koko shrieked louder than ever.
“No! These are MINE! Don’t touch me!”
The older monkey raised both hands in surrender, laughing. “Alright, alright, no touching. I value my ears too much.”
Snack Time in Shorts
Later that afternoon, Koko sat on a branch munching on his favorite treat—bright red berries. His grip on the shorts had loosened since he needed both hands to eat.
And that was a critical mistake.
His friend Nunu, the calmest monkey in the troop, approached with a kind smile.
“Koko, are those even comfortable?” she asked softly.
Koko stuffed three berries in his mouth and nodded proudly. “They’re perfect.”
“Can I see them—”
Before she finished the sentence, Koko hopped up and screamed:
“NOOOO! DON’T TOUCH ME!”
Nunu bit back laughter. “I wasn’t going to touch them, silly. I was just asking.”
But Koko didn’t believe that for a second. He narrowed his little eyes suspiciously, pulled his shorts high up over his belly like a tiny grandpa, and scampered away.
Then Came the Wind…
A strong breeze suddenly swept through the forest. The trees swayed. Leaves danced in spirals. And Koko felt… airy.
Very airy.
He froze.
His shorts fluttered.
Every monkey watching gasped.
“Koko… your shorts!” Miko screamed dramatically.
Koko grabbed them too late.
The wind snatched the shorts right off him.
They flew upward, swirling through the air like a floating blue banana flag.
Koko screamed like he was losing a loved one.
“My SHORTS!!!”
He scrambled through the leaves, running as fast as his tiny legs could carry him. The whole troop chased after him, laughing so hard they could barely keep up.
The shorts drifted down and landed on a tall tree branch—just out of Koko’s reach.
He tried climbing.
He tried jumping.
He tried waving a stick.
Nothing worked.
He looked back at the troop with trembling lips. “Help me…”
Miko approached, snickering. “Only if you promise not to yell ‘don’t touch me’ again.”
Koko pouted. Little arms crossed. Tail stiff with attitude.
Finally, he sighed. “Fine. You can touch them… but be gentle!”
Miko climbed up effortlessly, retrieved the shorts, and handed them down like a priceless royal gift.
Koko hugged them dramatically. “Thank you…”
Then he slipped them on again—and yelled immediately:
“OKAY THAT’S IT. NOW DON’T TOUCH ME!”
Every monkey collapsed onto the ground laughing.
The Day’s End
As the sun began to set, Koko finally curled up beside his mother, still wearing the ridiculous oversized shorts. She groomed him gently, smiling with amusement.
“Are you done with all the fuss?” she asked.
Koko shook his head proudly. “No. Tomorrow I’m starting a fashion show.”
She laughed. “Of course you are.”
He snuggled in closer, whispering sleepily:
“Mom… don’t touch my shorts.”
She kissed his head. “I won’t, baby.”
And as the forest quieted, Koko drifted into sleep—still wearing the funniest pair of shorts, still guarding them like treasure, still ready to shout “DON’T TOUCH ME!” at anyone who dared come too close.
Some monkeys chase bananas.
Some monkeys chase adventure.
But Koko?
He chased style.
And chaos.
And he made the entire forest laugh doing it.
