Chapter 22: The Aftermath of Mango Diplomacy

The International Mango Summit was officially over, but the aftermath of Roy K's mango diplomacy was just beginning.

For one, Cahaya was now seen as the global center of mango-related madness. The media couldn't get enough of Roy's mango antics. Headlines ranged from "How One Man and a Mango Costume Changed Diplomacy Forever" to "The Mango Prime Minister: Genius or Lunatic?"

Roy, naturally, took this as a sign of overwhelming success.

"This is it, Aziz! My legacy!" Roy declared, holding up a newspaper with his mango-costumed face on the front page.

Aziz, who was still recovering from the summit's chaos, just groaned. "Sir, please, no more mangoes for at least a month. I beg you."

Farah, flipping through a social media feed, raised an eyebrow. "Uh, you might want to reconsider that."

She turned her phone around to show Roy a viral tweet from President Alvarez:

I may have survived the Mango Summit, but Cahaya must answer for the Mango Smuggling Scandal.

Roy blinked. "Mango smuggling? That sounds… exciting! What's happening?"

Aziz sighed. "It means we're in trouble. Again."

The Mango Smuggling Scandal

Apparently, while Cahaya was busy hosting the Mango Summit, someone had been illegally exporting Cahayan mangoes to other countries without paying the necessary tariffs. Tons of mangoes had been shipped under fake labels, causing economic chaos in mango markets worldwide.

President Alvarez, still slightly traumatized by the pigeon attack, was now accusing Cahaya of "fruit-based economic warfare."

"Sir, this is serious," Aziz said. "If we don't fix this, countries might impose sanctions on our mango exports."

Roy frowned. "Sanctions? That means less mangoes for the world!"

"Yes, and also an economic crisis," Farah added.

Roy stroked his chin dramatically. "We need to find out who's behind this smuggling operation… and stop them."

Aziz and Farah exchanged glances. This was probably the first time Roy had ever voluntarily taken something seriously.

Aziz nodded. "Alright. I'll alert customs and—"

Roy cut him off. "No, Aziz. This requires… undercover work."

Aziz sighed. "I had a feeling you'd say that."

Operation: Mango Hunt

Roy, determined to get to the bottom of the scandal, disguised himself as an ordinary mango farmer. (By "disguised," he meant wearing a floppy straw hat and sunglasses while still being very obviously the Prime Minister.)

Aziz and Farah, resigned to their fate, went along with his plan.

They arrived at Cahaya's largest mango plantation, where rumors of illegal mango shipments had started. Roy strutted up to the workers, attempting to blend in.

"Hello, fellow mango people!" he said casually.

Aziz muttered, "We're doomed."

One of the workers, an older farmer, eyed Roy suspiciously. "You look familiar. Ain't you the Prime Minister?"

Roy gasped. "Me? No! I'm just a simple mango enthusiast!"

"…You're wearing a tie with your overalls."

Roy coughed. "Uh. Fashion statement."

Farah nudged him. "Sir, let's just focus on the smuggling."

They wandered deeper into the plantation until they reached a mysterious warehouse on the far end of the fields. Suspiciously, guards were stationed outside.

Aziz narrowed his eyes. "That looks like our target."

Roy grinned. "Time for a classic Roy K infiltration!"

Aziz looked worried. "Sir, please, whatever you're thinking—"

But it was too late. Roy had already charged forward.

"HELLO, FELLOW MANGO SMUGGLERS!" Roy shouted.

The guards turned, stunned.

Aziz smacked his forehead. "Why. Just why."

Before the guards could react, Roy grabbed a nearby mango crate, lifted it dramatically, and declared:

"In the name of justice, I seize these mangoes!"

A long silence followed.

Then, one of the guards yelled, "GET HIM!"

The Great Mango Chase

What followed was absolute pandemonium.

Roy, still holding the mango crate, took off running through the plantation, knocking over barrels and carts as the guards chased him.

"AZIZ! FARAH! DO SOMETHING!" Roy yelled.

Farah sighed. "Should we help him?"

Aziz checked his watch. "Let's wait a minute. He might trip over something and stop himself."

Unfortunately for Aziz, Roy did not trip. Instead, he kept running—until he spotted a nearby cart full of mangoes.

"Ohhh, perfect!" Roy said and jumped in.

The cart, unfortunately, was on a slight incline.

As soon as Roy landed, the entire cart started rolling downhill.

"OH NO "

Roy zoomed past the guards, picking up speed. The workers in the plantation screamed and dove out of the way as Roy, now on an out-of-control mango cart, sped straight toward the warehouse.

Aziz and Farah could only watch in horror.

"Is this really happening?" Farah muttered.

Aziz sighed. "It always does."

The Crash & The Reveal

The warehouse doors were flung open just in time for Roy to crash straight inside.

The impact sent mangoes flying everywhere. The smugglers inside turned, shocked.

"What the ?!"

From the wreckage, Roy popped his head out, still holding a mango triumphantly.

"HA! Busted!"

Aziz and Farah rushed in just as the authorities arrived. The smugglers were quickly arrested, and the operation was shut down.

Roy, dusting himself off, grinned at Aziz. "See? Perfectly executed plan."

Aziz just stared at him. "You nearly died."

"But I didn't," Roy said smugly.

Farah patted Aziz's shoulder. "Just let him have this one."

Aziz sighed. "Fine. But no more mango-related disasters for at least a year."

Roy gasped. "Aziz! Don't be ridiculous. This is only the beginning of the Mango Era!"

Aziz groaned. "I quit."

Farah laughed. "No, you don't."

Roy turned to the camera crew that had somehow appeared. "Let it be known that today, I, Roy K, saved Cahaya's mango industry. You're welcome."

And just like that, Roy K had somehow, once again, stumbled into success.

Even if it was pure dumb luck.