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The plane landed, and as soon as the doors opened, Rick stood up like a victorious general."Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, "we have returned! The heroes of Mango Nation!"
The flight attendant sighed. "Sir, please sit down until the seatbelt sign—"But Rick was already leading applause for himself.
Nancy rolled her eyes. "If he starts another speech, I'm jumping out the window."
Outside, their small village looked the same — the dusty roads, the old mango trees, the goats chewing on everything that moved. But now, it felt different. Everyone knew them.
Kids ran toward them shouting, "Mango Man! Mango Lady! Selfie!"Rick waved like a celebrity. "Yes, yes, please line up. No autographs on goats."
The Calm Before the Comedy
For a few weeks, everything was calm.Yuna and James spent quiet evenings under the mango tree, drinking juice and teasing each other.
"You've changed," she said one night."How so?""You talk less and smile more."James grinned. "That's because you don't let me talk."
Nancy opened a beauty and selfie salon called "Glow & Go Mango Spa."Rick opened a film training school that taught absolutely nothing.And Rama started writing a cookbook titled "Fifty Shades of Mango."
Life was peaceful. Too peaceful.
Then one morning, a big black SUV rolled into the village — shiny, loud, and completely out of place.
The Foreign Investors
A tall man in sunglasses stepped out, holding a golden clipboard."Good morning! I am Mr. Giovanni from MegaFruit International! We are here to turn your village… into the next Mango Paradise Resort!"
Rick gasped. "A mango theme park? Finally! My destiny!"
Nancy squinted. "Wait… do we get paid?"Giovanni smiled. "Of course! But we must buy all your mango trees first."
Everyone froze.
Rama crossed her arms. "Buy… the trees?"Giovanni nodded. "Yes! We will replace them with plastic mango statues — more Instagram-friendly!"
Rick clutched his heart. "Plastic mangoes? That's an insult to my ancestors!"
The Village Meeting
The villagers gathered that evening in the school hall.You — Mr. Umar, the new English teacher — were standing at the front, trying to maintain order.
"Everyone, please calm down," you said, waving your chalk like a sword. "Let's think logically before anyone throws a mango."
Rick jumped up. "They want to steal our fruit!"Nancy shouted, "They want to steal my selfies!"Rama yelled, "They want to steal my cookbook idea!"
You sighed. "Wonderful. Democracy and drama, hand in hand."
Then Yuna stood. "Maybe we can find a compromise," she said gently.James nodded. "We can make the resort and keep the real trees."
You smiled proudly. "See? That's called negotiation — or in English, smart people talk."
Rick whispered loudly to Nancy, "Is he single? He sounds too calm to live here.
Chaos and Comedy
The next day, Rick tried to negotiate with Giovanni… with disastrous results.
Rick: "We accept your offer — but only if you build a golden statue of me holding a mango!"Giovanni: "Sir, that's… not part of the plan."Rick: "Then it's not part of my plan either!"
Meanwhile, Nancy was giving Giovanni a "spa tour" that ended with him covered in mango butter and regret.
Yuna accidentally spilled juice on the resort blueprint.James tried to fix it but glued it to the table.You walked in, saw the mess, and muttered, "This is why I teach literature, not economics."
By evening, the investors were gone, terrified but impressed.They left a note:
"Your village is too funny to destroy. We'll sponsor your next movie instead."
Rick screamed. "Yes! Mangoes in Manhattan 2: Revenge of the Peel!"
Everyone groaned — except you, Mr. Umar, who was laughing so hard you dropped your chalk.
The Ending (Sort of)
That night, under the mango trees, Yuna and James sat close again.
Yuna said softly, "Maybe life doesn't need to be perfect."James smiled. "It just needs mangoes… and you."
From behind the tree, Rick yelled, "I heard that! Romantic mango talk alert!"You shouted back, "Rick, detention!"
Everyone laughed.And above them, the stars glowed — calm, romantic, and just a little bit crazy.