One sunny afternoon, the house was unusually quiet. Too quiet. That’s when the trouble began.
Monkey Lyly, a mischievous little monkey with bright eyes and endless energy, had found the back door slightly open. With a curious grin, he tiptoed inside, his little feet making barely a sound on the kitchen tiles.
Lyly wasn’t interested in bananas or snacks. No — he had a bigger plan: to create the ultimate monkey play area right in the middle of the living room!
First, he rummaged through the laundry basket and pulled out socks, shirts, and even a few pants. He used them to build a soft slide from the couch to the floor. Then he found a stack of cushions and flung them into a circle like a trampoline. It wasn’t perfect, but it was bouncy enough for a monkey jump or two!
Next, he spotted the curtains. “Ah! The perfect jungle vines,” Lyly thought. With a swing and a hoot, he leapt from the top shelf, hanging and swinging like a true jungle explorer. But the curtains, sadly, were not designed for monkeys. Down they came — rod and all — landing with a loud crash!
Startled but undeterred, Lyly continued. He dragged in kitchen utensils for instruments, stacking pots like drums and banging them with wooden spoons. The house echoed with chaotic beats and happy monkey shrieks.
By the time the family returned, they found a whirlwind of mess: overturned chairs, clothes everywhere, bananas somehow in the bathtub, and in the center of it all — Monkey Lyly, happily twirling in a pile of shredded newspaper snow.
Mom gasped. Dad blinked. The cat hissed from atop the fridge.
“Lyly!” they cried in unison.
The naughty monkey just smiled, clapped his hands, and offered them a sock-sandwich.
It took hours to clean up, but the laughter that followed was worth it. After all, how could they stay mad at Monkey Lyly — the cheekiest little decorator in the animal kingdom?
