In a quiet countryside home surrounded by swaying palm trees and a gentle breeze, CUTIS the golden dog and his best friend—a curious and mischievous baby monkey—were up to something unbelievable. What began as a quiet morning quickly turned into chaos when the two inseparable pals discovered a pile of neatly arranged baby supplies in the corner of the house. These weren’t just any supplies—they belonged to Mom’s new baby.
Diapers, baby bottles, pacifiers, tiny socks, soft blankets, and colorful toys were carefully arranged by Mom the night before. She had spent hours organizing everything for the baby’s arrival. But now, under the watchful eyes of CUTIS and the baby monkey, those precious items had become an invitation for play—and disaster.
CUTIS, always the gentle protector, sniffed at the baby powder curiously. The baby monkey, however, couldn’t resist opening it. With one mischievous flick, a cloud of powder exploded into the air like white snow, covering the room and coating their fur in a fine white dust. CUTIS sneezed loudly, and the baby monkey giggled with delight, clapping his little hands.
Things only escalated from there.
The baby monkey grabbed a diaper, placing it on CUTIS’s head like a crown. CUTIS, not one to protest when fun was involved, paraded proudly across the living room like a diaper king. Soon, diapers were flying through the air like paper airplanes. The baby monkey had discovered the soft texture and couldn’t stop tossing them, tearing open the packages and wrapping them around pillows and stuffed animals.
Then came the baby lotion. CUTIS knocked over a bottle with his paw, and the baby monkey quickly got to work. He smeared lotion on CUTIS’s nose, then onto his own chest like war paint. The slippery floor became their slide. CUTIS ran and slipped, skidding across the floor, knocking over baskets filled with neatly folded baby clothes. The monkey shrieked with laughter, jumping on CUTIS’s back for a ride.
In the kitchen, Mom was humming softly, preparing some soup, completely unaware of the chaos just a room away. But then—a loud crash! A bottle rolled and hit the wooden floor. Then another thump. Then silence.
Mom turned around and sniffed the air.
“Is that… baby powder?”
She rushed into the room—and stopped dead in her tracks.
What she saw looked like a tornado had passed through. Diapers were everywhere—on the couch, the TV, even hanging from the ceiling fan. A bottle of lotion oozed onto the floor, and baby socks were stuck to CUTIS’s tail. The baby monkey had somehow gotten hold of the baby monitor and was holding it like a walkie-talkie, babbling nonsense into it.
CUTIS looked up guiltily, frozen mid-slide with lotion covering half his body. The baby monkey gave Mom a big toothy grin, clearly proud of his creative use of the baby gear.
Mom’s face turned red. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the complete destruction of the baby supplies she had lovingly prepared. Her hands trembled as she stepped forward.
“What… what did you two DO?!”
CUTIS whined and lowered his head. The baby monkey tilted his head, confused—he thought they were just having fun.
Mom’s wrath erupted.
“I spent all day organizing these things! You destroyed the diapers, wasted the lotion, and broke the baby bottle warmer!”
CUTIS tucked his tail. The baby monkey jumped into CUTIS’s arms, both seeking safety from Mom’s booming voice.
“OUT! Both of you! Out of this room—NOW!”
The two scampered outside, tails between their legs (well, tail for CUTIS, and a long curled one for the monkey). They sat under the big mango tree, silent, watching as Mom angrily cleaned up the mess inside.
After a few minutes, CUTIS nudged the monkey gently. He didn’t like upsetting Mom. The baby monkey, looking regretful now, picked a flower and handed it to CUTIS. CUTIS barked softly. They had to do something to fix this.
And so began their mission: Operation Apology.
First, they cleaned themselves off in the small pond by the house. CUTIS shook the powder and lotion from his fur, while the monkey dipped himself and scrubbed his little arms. Then they snuck back inside, while Mom was still muttering and rearranging what she could salvage.
CUTIS carried a broom in his mouth. The baby monkey picked up the fallen socks and toys. Slowly, they began tidying up, mimicking what they’d seen Mom do so many times. The monkey wiped surfaces with a baby towel, and CUTIS even tried to put a new diaper back in its packaging—though it ended up chewed at the corners.
When Mom returned after grabbing a new bottle from the pantry, she was stunned again—but this time, in a good way.
There they were—CUTIS sweeping, and the baby monkey dragging a small basket of toys back into place. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a clear attempt at apology.
Mom’s heart softened.
“Oh, CUTIS… and you, little rascal,” she sighed, kneeling down. “You two made a mess… but at least you’re trying to fix it.”
The baby monkey jumped into her lap, offering her the flower from earlier. CUTIS gave her a soft lick on the hand.
Mom smiled, wrapping her arms around both of them.
“You’re lucky I love you both.”
Later that evening, as the sun set and the air cooled, Mom sat outside with CUTIS and the baby monkey by her side. The baby supplies had been reorganized—some replaced, some salvaged—and peace had returned to the house. They all watched the sky turn orange and pink, a reminder that even wild days can end in calm.
And CUTIS? He learned not to get too curious about baby powder.
The baby monkey? Well, he’d probably do it again—but next time, maybe with a little more supervision.
Unbelievable? Yes. Forgivable? Absolutely.
