The video opened with a shaky camera, a sudden zoom, and CUTIS’s face filling the screen far too closely.
“WAIT—wait—am I recording?!” he shouted, eyes wide.
Behind the camera, Dad sighed. “You’ve been recording for five minutes already.”
CUTIS froze, then broke into a grin. “Perfect. This is cinema.”
And just like that, the spectacular adventure began.
The morning sun spilled across the small village, lighting dusty roads and sleepy rooftops. CUTIS bounced into the frame with the energy of three cups of coffee, while Dad followed behind at a much calmer pace, holding a basket and already looking slightly worried.
“Today,” CUTIS announced dramatically, pointing at the horizon, “we go on a LEGENDARY adventure!”
Dad squinted. “To the market?”
“Yes,” CUTIS nodded seriously. “But with style.”
Audience members later said this was the exact moment they started laughing.
CUTIS insisted on riding his bicycle standing up, one foot on the seat like a stunt performer. He lasted exactly three seconds before wobbling.
Dad shouted, “SIT DOWN!”
CUTIS laughed, nearly crashing into a bush. “Relax, Dad! I saw this in a movie!”
“You are not a movie,” Dad replied. “You are a problem.”
They finally reached the dirt road. CUTIS spotted a puddle left from last night’s rain and deliberately rode straight through it, splashing muddy water everywhere—especially onto Dad’s pants.
CUTIS gasped. “Oh no! The road attacked you!”
Dad looked down at his pants, then up at CUTIS. “The road has your face.”
The market scene was pure chaos in the best way. CUTIS greeted every vendor like a celebrity, waving dramatically.
“HELLO, MY FANS!”
One vendor laughed. “Where’s the camera, CUTIS?”
CUTIS pointed directly at Dad. “My director is strict.”
Dad muttered, “I did not apply for this job.”
CUTIS volunteered to help carry vegetables, but instead of walking normally, he marched like a soldier, shouting, “MISSION VEGETABLE!” Every step came with sound effects. People stared. Then laughed. One woman nearly dropped her basket from giggling.
At the fish stall, CUTIS tried to impress the audience by holding up a large fish.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced, “this fish has seen things.”
The fish slipped out of his hands and flopped onto the ground.
CUTIS screamed. Dad calmly picked it up. “This fish has seen you.”
CUTIS bowed respectfully to the fish before handing it back.
As they left the market, CUTIS suddenly stopped and pointed at a stray dog sitting in the shade.
“Dad,” he whispered loudly, “that dog looks like you when you’re tired.”
Dad stared at the dog. The dog stared back.
The dog yawned.
Dad nodded slowly. “Okay… that one is fair.”
Next stop: the fields. CUTIS decided this was the perfect place to film “action scenes.” He ran dramatically through tall grass, pretending to escape invisible enemies.
“They’re coming!” he shouted.
Dad looked around. “Who?”
CUTIS tripped over nothing and rolled onto the ground. “Them.”
Dad didn’t even flinch. “They got you.”
Audience laughter peaked here.
CUTIS then attempted to jump over a small ditch. He misjudged completely and landed halfway in, legs flailing. Dad extended a hand without saying a word.
CUTIS grabbed it. “You saved me!”
Dad replied, “I’m saving the video from embarrassment.”
As the sun climbed higher, CUTIS grew sweatier but no less energetic. He started narrating everything like a documentary.
“Here we observe the rare Dad species,” CUTIS whispered. “Strong. Wise. Slightly grumpy.”
Dad swatted the air. “Go observe somewhere else.”
Lunchtime brought another highlight. CUTIS insisted on cooking outdoors to make it “authentic.” He stirred a pot with far too much confidence.
Dad asked, “Did you add salt?”
CUTIS paused. “Define… salt.”
They tasted it.
Silence.
Dad coughed. “This is… very brave food.”
CUTIS nodded proudly. “Only strong people can eat it.”
Dad added water. Lots of water.
After lunch, CUTIS announced a challenge: “Who can walk across this log without falling?”
Dad crossed carefully and made it.
CUTIS attempted a dramatic slow-motion walk, arms waving.
He slipped immediately and landed on his back, staring at the sky.
CUTIS, breathless: “I meant to do that.”
Dad looked down at him. “Of course you did.”
In the afternoon, they rested under a tree. CUTIS suddenly put leaves on his head like a crown.
“I am the King of Adventure,” he declared.
Dad closed his eyes. “I’m too old for this kingdom.”
CUTIS leaned closer to the camera. “The king’s advisor is very negative.”
As evening approached, CUTIS decided to prank Dad one last time. He pretended to see something in the distance.
“Dad… do you see that?”
Dad squinted. “See what?”
CUTIS gasped. “Your youth! It’s running away!”
Dad chased him with surprising speed, laughter echoing down the road. CUTIS screamed playfully, the camera shaking wildly as viewers laughed along.
Back home, the sky turned orange and pink. CUTIS finally slowed down. He helped Dad wash his hands, prepare dinner, and set the table properly—no jokes, no tricks.
Dad glanced at him. “Tired?”
CUTIS nodded. “A little.”
They ate quietly, comfortable silence settling between them.
After dinner, CUTIS played back clips from the day. Both of them laughed again, even louder this time.
Dad wiped his eyes. “People will laugh at us.”
CUTIS smiled. “Good. That means today was successful.”
The final shot of the video showed CUTIS and Dad sitting side by side, the village darkening behind them.
CUTIS waved at the camera. “Thanks for watching our adventure!”
Dad added, “Please rest now.”
CUTIS laughed. “Tomorrow… sequel?”
Dad shook his head, smiling despite himself. “No promises.”
The video ended, but the laughter stayed—because it wasn’t just an adventure. It was joy, love, and a day shared fully. 🎥😂❤️
