It was just another playful morning in the backyard for Cubis, the cheeky little monkey with endless energy and wild curiosity. He was busy climbing the fence, tossing pebbles, and giggling to himself as butterflies danced around him. Everything was going great—until Cubis suddenly froze.
His eyes widened, his tail twitched, and a strange look crossed his face. Uh-oh.
Without warning, Cubis had an accident. He pooped his pants right there in the middle of the yard! For a second, he looked down in horror, unsure of what had just happened. Then came the smell—and the panic.
“Oh no! Oh no!” he squealed, hopping in little circles, arms flailing. “Dad! Daaaaad!”
Cubis bolted from the backyard like a fuzzy little rocket, barreling through the hallway and calling out desperately. He didn’t care about the mess or who saw him—he just needed Dad to fix everything! His tiny feet thumped across the floor, leaving behind a trail of disaster, but he didn’t dare stop.
Dad, hearing the cries, turned from the kitchen just in time to catch Cubis flying into his arms. The look on Cubis’s face said it all — fear, embarrassment, and a desperate need for help.
“I pooped, Dad!” Cubis whimpered, burying his face in Dad’s shirt.
Dad didn’t laugh. He didn’t scold. Instead, he gently hugged his little monkey and whispered, “It’s okay, buddy. Accidents happen. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
With warm water, fresh clothes, and lots of reassurance, Cubis was soon feeling better. After a little cuddle and some giggles, Dad even let him wear his superhero cape again.
From that day on, Cubis learned two things: always listen to your tummy… and no matter what happens, Dad is always there to help clean up the mess.
