(Scene opens with a frantic, close-up shot of an okapi’s face. Fast-paced, upbeat music starts.)

Okapi (voiceover, rapid-fire): I’m an okapi. I’m basically a giraffe that gave up. On legs. And ambition. Mostly ambition. My neck’s… underwhelming. Like a poorly executed neck-stretch.

(Cut to a shot of the okapi awkwardly trying to reach a high branch, failing miserably.)

Okapi (V.O.): Reaching for leaves is my cardio. My only cardio. I’m basically a four-legged disappointment with stripes. Zebra-adjacent, but way less cool. Way less… everything.

(Cut to a shot of the okapi tripping over its own feet.)

Okapi (V.O.): Coordination? Never heard of her. Grace? She’s blocked my number. Elegance? That’s my nemesis. My sworn enemy. We have a long-standing feud. It involves a lot of tripping.

(Cut to a montage of the okapi doing silly things: eating leaves upside down, attempting a cartwheel, failing spectacularly at a staring contest with a snail.)

Okapi (V.O.): My diet consists primarily of regret and slightly wilted leaves. My hobbies include existential dread and accidentally stepping on my own tail. It’s a surprisingly common occurrence. I’m clumsy. A walking, striped catastrophe. A furry, four-legged klutz.

(Cut back to the close-up shot of the okapi’s face. The music swells.)

Okapi (V.O.): So yeah, that’s my life. A beautiful, chaotic mess. A testament to the absurdity of existence. A walking, talking, slightly-stupid… okapi. Don’t judge me. I’m trying my best. Mostly. Sometimes. Okay, rarely. But I’m adorable, so it’s fine.

(The video ends with the okapi sticking its tongue out playfully.)