Little Lala is known for her playful nature, but today, she added a touch of mischief to her usual routine. It all started when Mom told her, “No more snacks before dinner!” Lala pouted but nodded, pretending to agree. Of course, that wasn’t the end of it—not for Lala.
As soon as Mom got busy in the kitchen, Lala tiptoed away like a sneaky little ninja. Her eyes sparkled with a delicious plan. She knew exactly where the snacks were hidden—on the second shelf of the pantry behind a stack of cereal boxes. Quietly, she pushed open the door, climbed up a stool, and grabbed a small pack of banana chips and cookies.
With the loot in hand, she tiptoed to her favorite hiding spot behind the living room curtain. It was the perfect little nook—cozy, hidden, and just big enough for one monkey with a big appetite. She sat down happily, munching away, giggling at how clever she was. Crumbs fell all around her, but she didn’t care. The snacks tasted even better when they were part of a secret mission.
But the crunching didn’t go unnoticed.
“Lala?” Mom called from the kitchen. No answer.
She looked around—no Lala. Then she noticed the pantry door slightly open and the stool still pushed out. Uh-oh. Mom narrowed her eyes and followed the trail of crumbs straight to the curtain. She pulled it back, and there was Lala, mouth full, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk, and eyes wide with surprise.
“Lala!” Mom said, both shocked and annoyed. “What did I say about snacks?”
Lala gave her best innocent smile, holding out a cookie as a peace offering. But Mom crossed her arms, trying not to laugh at the sight of her little bandit.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she muttered, scooping her up. “But next time, wait for dinner!”
Lala knew she’d been caught—but in her heart, it was totally worth it.
