On a sunny island far, far away, there was a little parrot named Squawk. Squawk was bright green with a red beak and shiny blue feathers on his tail. Every morning, Squawk sat on the highest palm tree, watching the waves. “I see everything from up here!” Squawk squawked proudly. He loved to keep an eye on the island and make sure everything was safe.

Down below, near the beach, lived a clever monkey named Bananas. Bananas loved to collect shiny things. Every day, he would swing from tree to tree, looking for shells, coins, and anything that sparkled. “Look at this shiny rock!” Bananas would say, holding up his newest treasure. He kept his finds in a little wooden box hidden in the sand.

One afternoon, Squawk noticed something unusual. A small boat was sailing closer to the island. “Who could that be?” Squawk wondered, flying down to tell Bananas.

As the boat reached the shore, a big, furry pirate stepped out. He had a bright red coat, a big black hat, and a wooden leg. He carried a long, old scroll in his paw. “Ahoy, mates!” the pirate said with a friendly grin. “I’m Captain Coco, the greatest treasure hunter of the seas!”

Bananas looked at Squawk. “A pirate?” he whispered. “This could be interesting.”

Captain Coco spread out the scroll on the sand. “I have a treasure map!” he announced. “This island hides a secret chest filled with gold and jewels, and I need your help to find it.”

Squawk flapped his wings excitedly. “A treasure hunt? Count me in!”

Bananas nodded, his eyes wide. “I love shiny things. I’m in too!”

The three new friends set off on their adventure. The map showed a trail through the jungle, past the coconut grove, and up to a rocky hill. “First, we must find the three coconuts,” Captain Coco read aloud.

They walked through the coconut grove, searching carefully. Suddenly, Squawk squawked, “Up here! I see three coconuts in a row!”

Captain Coco clapped his hands. “Perfect! Now, let’s keep going.”

Next, they had to find the “whistling rock,” where the wind made funny sounds. Bananas scratched his head. “Whistling rock? What does that sound like?”

Squawk flew up and listened carefully. “There!” he pointed with his beak. “I hear the wind whistling through a hole in the rock.”

They found the rock and followed the map to the next clue: a large X marked on the ground. Captain Coco looked at the map again and grinned. “This is it! The treasure is buried right here.”

But when they started digging, they found something surprising. Instead of gold and jewels, there was an old box filled with... seashells! Beautiful, colorful shells of all shapes and sizes.

Squawk blinked. “This isn’t gold!”

Bananas picked up a bright pink shell and smiled. “But it’s still treasure. Look how pretty these are!”

Captain Coco scratched his furry head, looking at the shells. “Well, sometimes treasure isn’t what we expect,” he said with a smile. “But these shells are special too. Maybe they were someone’s treasure long ago.”

They sat on the beach, looking at the shells as the sun began to set. Captain Coco picked up a shiny shell and held it up to his ear. “You can hear the ocean in these,” he said softly. “Maybe that’s a different kind of treasure.”

Bananas nodded. “I think this was the best adventure. And who knows? There might be more treasure out there, waiting for us.”

Squawk flapped his wings happily. “Yes! We can have more adventures and find more surprises.”

Captain Coco, Squawk, and Bananas looked at the ocean, dreaming of more treasure hunts. As the sky turned pink and purple, Captain Coco closed the map and smiled. “Let’s rest tonight, and tomorrow, we’ll set sail for a new adventure.”

And with that, Captain Coco and his new friends fell asleep under the stars, dreaming of shiny shells, secret maps, and the many adventures that were still to come.

The End.