These Butt Ugly Three

Are they lions? My child asked, staring. They were monkeys, all chattering and daring. Why are they in a huddle? The little one asked. No idea how to answer, glad they weren’t masked. They have been in our tree house, my bracelet is gone. To get it back would take a godmother and wand. I am sure they are on this branch, dividing up loot. I opened the window and yelled “get out! Get away! Scoot!” Three monkeys gave me a slow look, their eyes were yellow. The largest one gave me the bird, a sassy fellow. A fat one waved my broken bracelet at me. I stuck out my tongue at these butt-ugly three.