Banana Corp?
The Rise of Bananas
Bananas, the monkey who had been following Harold around, perks up at the sound. With an air of professionalism that no one had seen in Harold, Bananas calmly picks up the receiver. The entire office freezes, watching in stunned silence as Bananas listens intently, occasionally nodding.
Arjun: (whispering to Emily) "Is he… taking a call?"
Emily: "I don’t know what's worse - Harold’s meltdown, or the fact that the monkey is doing a better job."
Bananas, still on the call, rises from his seat with authority. Without missing a beat, he picks up Harold’s briefcase, nods once more into the phone, and hangs up. The entire office stares, slack-jawed, as Bananas walks with deliberate purpose toward the CEO’s office. Employees part like the Red Sea as the monkey strides confidently past, briefcase in hand, his posture oozing competence.
Tim, the office prankster, dares to whisper: "Did... Did that monkey just get promoted?"
CEO goes Bananas
Bananas arrives at the CEO’s door. Without a moment of hesitation, he pushes it open and steps inside, closing the door softly behind him. The soft click of the latch echoes through the now-silent office.
Inside, the CEO is seated at his desk, looking over a stack of papers. He glances up as Bananas enters.
CEO: (raising an eyebrow) “Ah, Bananas. I’ve been expecting you.”
Bananas hops up onto the chair opposite the CEO, setting the briefcase carefully on the desk between them. With practiced precision, Bananas unlocks it and pulls out a set of dried banana peels, spreading them neatly across the desk. He gestures toward the ‘documents’ with a series of decisive squeaks.
The CEO flips through the dried peels, nodding with approval. “I see you’ve already handled the offshore accounts. Very efficient.”
Bananas responds with a subtle head tilt, as if to say, Naturally.
CEO: (leaning back in his chair, impressed) “I must admit, Harold was never cut out for this. But you, Bananas… you’ve got what it takes. Welcome aboard. You’re officially the new VP of Chimpy Operations.”
Bananas offers a humble nod, tapping his chest as if to pledge his loyalty. He grabs a nearby banana from the CEO’s fruit bowl, peels it with casual grace, and takes a dignified bite.
BananaCoin
Back outside the office, the employees are still gathered around, trying to process what just happened.
Arjun: (stunned) “Are we seriously working for a monkey now?”
Emily: “At this point? It’s an upgrade.”
As if on cue, Harold – completely oblivious to the shifting power dynamics – comes bounding back into the office with a whiteboard.
Harold: “Okay, team! I’ve got a new idea for Monkey Business. Picture this – monkey-themed cryptocurrency. We’ll call it BananaCoin!”
Bananas emerges from the CEO’s office, his briefcase in hand. He stops just long enough to shoot Harold a withering look. Harold, misinterpreting the stare, beams.
Harold: (pointing excitedly) “Bananas loves it! I knew he would.”
But Bananas, now fully in control, simply walks away, throwing the banana peel at Arjun and leaving Harold to unknowingly pitch to an empty room.
a futuristic boardroom where Bananas is seated at the head of a sleek conference table. On the walls are large digital screens displaying stock prices and company logos - each one featuring a banana motif.
Bananas taps a button, and a holographic display of the world pops up, with blinking dots highlighting DataCorp's new global branches. Each one appears to be monkey-run. He leans back in his chair, gazing over his empire.
The last screen flashes: “Bananas Corp: Swinging into the Future.”
Bananas offers one final, self-satisfied squeak as the screen fades to black.