Monkey Lyly was tired of eating bananas all the time. “I’m not just a silly monkey—I can cook too!” she declared one sunny morning. Inspired by a cooking show she’d seen on her human friend’s tablet, Lyly decided she would prepare her own meal.
With determination sparkling in her eyes, Lyly sneaked into the kitchen while the humans were out. She climbed onto the counter and began gathering ingredients: a loaf of bread, peanut butter, strawberries, and even a little jar of honey. “This will be the best jungle sandwich ever!” she cheered.
But things quickly started to go wrong.
First, Lyly opened the peanut butter jar a little too forcefully, sending a glob flying onto the wall. “Oops,” she giggled, licking her fingers. Then she tried to cut strawberries with a butter knife, but the slippery fruit kept flying across the room. One landed right in the fish tank!
“Lyly, stop it!” squawked Parrot Pete from his perch. He had seen enough monkey mayhem for one day.
Lyly ignored him and reached for the honey. But the cap was tight, and when she finally twisted it open, honey squirted all over her fur. “Yuck!” she cried, now sticky and annoyed. She tried to wipe herself clean using a towel—knocking over a glass of milk in the process.
At that exact moment, the humans walked in.
The kitchen was a disaster. Peanut butter on the walls, strawberries in the fish tank, milk on the floor, and a very sticky monkey in the middle of it all.
“Lyly… STOP IT!” her owner yelled, trying hard not to laugh.
Lyly gave an innocent smile and held up her sandwich—which was more of a mess than a meal. “I tried,” she said sheepishly.
From that day on, Lyly wasn’t banned from the kitchen—but she had to wear a tiny apron and only help with supervision. Monkey or not, even chaos can be cute in the kitchen.
