Monkey Baby Bon Bon was having an ordinary morning in the sunny jungle—swinging from vine to vine, nibbling on bananas, and practicing flips—when an unusual humming sound drifted through the trees. It wasn’t the buzz of bees or the rumble of thunder. It was something metallic, something mysterious, something not from the jungle at all.
Bon Bon paused mid-swing.
“Hoo-hoo? What’s that?” he chirped, tilting his head.
Suddenly, a bright flash lit the sky. A round silver object dipped beneath the clouds, wobbling like a giant floating coconut. Then came a gentle whoop-whoop-whoop as it settled near the riverbank.
“A UFO!” Bon Bon gasped.
He scampered toward the river, curiosity pulling him forward. As he peeked from behind a tree, he saw something that made his tail puff out like a bottlebrush.
A group of fluffy yellow ducklings—five of them—were waddling in a terrified circle. The door of the UFO had opened, and a strange creature with long noodle arms and big blinking eyes was clumsily trying to scoop them inside.
The mama duck flapped her wings frantically, quack-quack-quacking in distress.
“Oh no!” Bon Bon whispered. “Those ducklings are being duck-napped!”
Without hesitation, he leapt from the underbrush.
“HEY! Leave those ducklings alone!” he shouted, puffing out his tiny chest.
The alien froze, blinking all four of its eyes. “Gleep? Glorp?” it said, puzzled.
Bon Bon grabbed a stick and spun it like a heroic staff. “Back away from the quackers!”
The alien tilted its head, then pointed to a communicator device on its wrist. A hologram popped up showing… floating ponds? Glowing eggs? Space-ducks?
Bon Bon blinked. “You thought the ducklings were lost space birds?”
“Gloooorp,” the alien replied sheepishly.
Bon Bon sighed and lowered his stick. “They’re just regular ducklings. No antennas, no jetpacks, see?”
To clarify, he gently lifted one duckling, which let out a soft peep! The alien’s eyes widened with understanding.
“Gleep!” it said apologetically, bowing.
But the situation wasn’t solved yet. The ducklings were huddled near the UFO’s thrusters, which began humming louder as the ship prepared to take off automatically.
“Uh-oh,” Bon Bon muttered. “We need to move them before they get blasted like popcorn kernels!”
With quick thinking, he scooped the ducklings into his arms and dashed away, his feet pattering across the grass. Mama duck waddled behind him, quacking in panic and relief all at once. They reached a safe distance just as the UFO emitted a gentle fwoooosh and lifted off.
The alien waved from the doorway. “Gleep-glorp!”
Bon Bon waved back. “Safe travels—and no more baby-bird collecting!”
The jungle grew quiet again as the UFO zipped into the sky like a shooting star.
Mama duck nudged Bon Bon gratefully. The ducklings swarmed around him, peeping and nuzzling his fur.
Bon Bon puffed with pride. “All in a day’s work for Monkey Baby Bon Bon: Jungle Hero!”
And with that, he celebrated the only way he knew how—by climbing the tallest tree, doing one perfect backflip, and enjoying a victory banana as the grateful duck family swam safely below.
