Bananas the space chimp was absolutely buzzing with excitement. He was finally going to space—real space! He couldn’t wait to see aliens, fly past stars, and explore every single planet in the universe. Of course, he knew that might be a tiny bit ambitious. After all, even the coolest chimps have limits.
And Bananas was definitely cool. But even cool chimps get a little nervous. Deep down, he worried that some evil alien might gobble him up like a banana split!
Still, Bananas had been chosen by the International Space Station for a very special mission. A cosmic adventure, they said. One full of fun, fun—and even more fun.
As he strolled toward the rocket ship, his left hand shook slightly. In his right hand, he held a banana. It was his lucky snack, and it seemed to whisper, “You’ve got this, Bananas.” That was all the encouragement he needed.
With a leap, he sprang into the rocket, buckled up, peeled his banana triumphantly—and blasted off into the amazing wonders of space!
First stop: the Moon.
As Bananas bounced across its crusty craters, he shouted, “I’m a chimp! All I do is mess around!” He tossed his tacos in the air like confetti, laughing as they scattered in every direction. It became a lunar food fight—just him, space, and lots of salsa.
Next stop: Mars.
He admired its dry, dusty surface… for about five seconds. “Too dry,” he declared. Then he pulled out a giant bucket of water—don’t ask where he got it—and poured it all over the red planet. “Much better,” he grinned as puddles formed across the rusty rocks.
Then, off to Jupiter.
The Great Red Spot shimmered like a cosmic eye. Bananas squinted at it and said, “I bet I can make that shine even brighter!” In the blink of an eye, he transformed it into a five-star floating food truck, complete with glowing neon signs and intergalactic nachos.
When Bananas returned to Earth, he marched into the space centre, grinning ear to ear.
But the manager didn’t look quite as thrilled.
He sighed, then called all the employees into his office—including Bananas.
“All right!” he boomed. “Who turned the Moon into Tacotopia? Who flooded Mars like a water park? And who turned Jupiter into a gourmet diner?!”
Bananas tried to hold it in, but he burst out laughing—so hard he nearly coughed up a lung.
“You are in big trouble, Mr Monkey!” barked the manager.
“I’m no monkey,” thought Bananas, brushing off his spacesuit. “I’m a chimp.”
And that’s where our story ends…
Well, kind of. Because Bananas the Astro Chimp? He’s still out there—causing space mayhem, one planet at a time.
Naomi Stories 
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