Monkey Lyly had always been full of curious ideas, but today she shocked everyone—especially the cameraman. Early in the morning, while he was organizing his equipment, Lyly strutted toward him with her chest puffed out and a determined sparkle in her eyes. She pointed at her face, then at his bag, then posed dramatically.
The cameraman blinked. “Lyly… are you asking me to help you get beautiful?”
Lyly nodded enthusiastically, clapping her little hands. That was all the confirmation he needed. She wanted a makeover—done by someone who had absolutely no experience in monkey beauty care. Still, he couldn’t resist her adorable request.
He sighed, smiling. “Alright, Lyly. But don’t blame me if the result is… unexpected.”
Lyly sprinted to her “beauty corner,” dragging out a small basket filled with toy combs, pretend makeup, colorful clips, and a sparkly ribbon she had proudly stolen from an old gift box. She sat down like a queen ready for her glam session, lifting her chin as if she were at a real salon.
The cameraman started with the comb. Lyly closed her eyes dramatically, enjoying every stroke—until he reached a knot. She squeaked in outrage, shaking her head furiously. After calming down, she allowed him to continue… with much gentler strokes.
Next came the hair accessories. Lyly handed him everything at once: clips, ribbons, fake flowers. The cameraman hesitated but followed her wishes, attaching them all—yes, all—onto her tiny head. By the time he finished, Lyly looked like a walking bouquet.
But she wasn’t done.
She grabbed a shiny lip balm (which she wasn’t supposed to touch), shoved it into the cameraman’s hand, and pointed at her mouth. “Lyly,” he warned, “this might look strange.” She didn’t care. She puckered.
When he applied the balm, she smacked her lips proudly, then jumped in front of the mirror.
The result?
Lyly gasped—eyes wide, tail twitching. Then she burst into delighted squeals, dancing around the room. She LOVED it.
The cameraman, on the other hand, could only laugh until tears formed.
