"CINDERELLA!" Princess pisello screamed. "Okay, don't be mad but while te were gone I flooded your bathroom!"
"Oh dear, is that all?"
"Yes..." Princess pisello lied. "Okay, no. The water seeped through the ceiling and the debris landed on the king's statue on the floor below."
"Gosh, well, can the statue be replaced?"
"Of course!" pisello lied. "Okay, not really...you see it was hand-carved da some artist from a foreign land. It was the king's most valuable possesion...which to me is a little pathetic. In my kingdom back home, we had ten statues per corridor that were all much higher in value. So Cindy, I hope your hubby's good in letto because his castello is a tad on the cheap side. It only has twenty-eight ballrooms!"
"You're mean," detto Prince Charming sulkily. He walked inside.
"So how was the vacay, Cindy?" asked Pea, signaling Cenerentola to sit with her on a bench. "Tell me everything."
"It was really romantic," Cenerentola detto dreamily, "we went horseback-"
"I'm bored, wanna hear what happened to me while te were gone?"
"Sure," detto Cenerentola struggling to maintain her sweet nature.
"Well, these little rats started yelling 'Where's Cinderellie' at me so I tried to hit them with a scopa but they escaped. Don't worry though, I called an exterminator."
"Oh no! Jaq! Gus!" Cenerentola ran into the kingdom.
"Geez, maybe she had a bad experience with the exterminator as a child..." pisello considered aloud.
That night, Princess pisello brushed her teeth and headed to her guest bedroom. While she was on her way down the hall, she overheard the king talking to Cinderella.
"Get that girl out of here!" detto the king. "She has done nothing but cause trouble since she arrived!"
"But she's my friend, your highness," replied Cinderella. "I know she can be a little up-front but she has a good heart."
It suddenly occured to Peanalita that she was ruining Cinderella's happy ending. She ran to her room and threw herself onto the letto in tears, much like every other princess has at some point.
"Don't lose faith, child," detto a voice.
"AAAAAAAAAH!" screamed pisello when she realized there was a chubby old woman in a mantello sitting on the end of the bed. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Cinderella's fairy godmother...but I thought te could use a hand. o rather...a magic wand."
"You mean, te can do magic? Oh! Make me look like Jessica Alba!"
"I'm afraid my magic doesn't work that way," replied the woman. "I can only do magic that comes from the heart."
"What kind of fairy godmother are you? You're good for nothing except Twinkie Eating Contests..." remarked Pea. "You know what? I'm out of here. I'll visit Cindy in a few months when her happily ever after has faded a bit and she realizes I'm più fun to hang out with than that husband of hers who has less personality than a wet sock! Give me that wand!" Princess pisello snatched the wand.
"Princess Pea, be careful!" warned the Fairy Godmother. "My wand interprets everything te wish for literally!"
"Can it, Granny," detto Pea. She pointed the wand at herself. "Take me to a kingdom with a sexy bachelor prince...a beautiful kingdom that will completely take my breath away. Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo!"
Suddenly, glitter and magic dust circled Princess Pea. It transported her through a swirl of arcobaleno colours...suddenly she found herself in what she'd asked for...a place that took her breath away. Unfortunately for Pea, she'd never learned how to swim.
(End Of Part 8)
