Monkey Baby Bon Bon woke up one sunny morning humming his favorite jungle tune. The birds chirped along, the leaves rustled gently, and everything felt perfectly peaceful. With a big stretch and an even bigger smile, Bon Bon decided it was the perfect day for a little adventure.
“Banana pancakes!” he giggled, thinking about breakfast. But before he could head home to eat, something sparkly caught his eye—tiny golden sparkles drifting through the air like magical dust.
Bon Bon tilted his head. “Ohhh… pretty!”
He followed the glittery trail through the jungle, hopping over roots and swinging from low branches. Soon, he arrived at a huge, blooming flower patch. In the middle of it hovered a buzzing, wiggling cloud of bees—not the ordinary kind, but the mischievous kind. Their stripes sparkled. Their wings flickered like tiny lanterns. And their eyes… well, they gleamed with just a bit of trouble.
Bon Bon waved cheerfully. “Hi, bees!”
The bees buzzed in reply—but it wasn’t a friendly buzz. It was a sneaky, up-to-something buzz. Before Bon Bon could even ask what they were doing, the bees swooped down, zipped around him in loops, and suddenly—
“OH NO!”
Something sticky landed on his head. Honey. Thick, golden, gooey honey.
Bon Bon froze. Then he blinked. “Hey… you silly bees! That’s not very nice!”
But the bees weren’t done. They zipped back to their honey stash, scooped up more, and rained sticky honey drops onto Bon Bon like confetti. He tried to dodge, but he slipped, rolled, and tumbled right into a huge flower bush.
POOF!
A cloud of bright yellow pollen exploded over him. Now Bon Bon looked like a squishy, sticky, honey-coated, flower-dusted little monkey donut.
The bees buzzed with laughter.
Bon Bon sighed. “This is definitely an Oh No adventure.”
Determined not to let the bees win, he stood tall—well, as tall as a tiny monkey could while covered in honey—and made a plan. He scooped up a handful of petals, bundled them like a fluffy pillow, and started swiping the honey off.
Then he suddenly had an idea.
“Bees love flowers, right? So… maybe they’ll follow these!”
Bon Bon grabbed a bunch of the brightest petals and started tossing them in a trail away from himself. The bees, curious and easily distracted, buzzed after the fluttering petals like they were shiny toys.
When they were far enough away, Bon Bon made a run for it—swinging through vines, splashing in a little stream, and finally plopping into a crystal-clear pond.
With a satisfied sploosh, the honey washed off. The flower dust drifted away like confetti at a party.
Bon Bon sighed with relief. “Ahhh… much better.”
And as he sat drying off in the warm sun, he couldn’t help giggling.
“Those bees were silly… but that was actually kinda fun.”
