"The truth is I sometimes dress as a commoner, um, to escape the pressures of palace life...I really am a prince..." detto the prince nervously.
"Why didn't te just tell me?" questioned the exotic princess.
"Well, te know, uh, um, royalty going out into the city in disguise, I mean, it sounds a little strange...don't te think?"
"Hm...not that strange."
The princess leaned her head lovingly onto the prince's chest for a nice, peaceful moment...which unfortunately ended rather suddenly when pisello decided to introduce herself.
"If te two are done having G-rated sex, mind if I bum a ride?"
"W-Who are you?" asked the prince.
"I am Princess Peanalita. And te are?"
"I am Prince Ali Ababwa."
"And I'm Jasmine, I'm a princess as well."
"Great. So, te don't look Chinese...whatcha doing on the superiore, in alto of this roof? Did te see that Mulan girl kick that grey guy's ass?"
"No...we're not Chinese," laughed Jasmine. "I'm from Agrabah and Ali's from...wait, where are te from?"
"Um..." struggled Prince Ali. "I'm from...uh...Genieland. It's off the coast of South Agrabah, successivo to the third dessert from our other kingdom."
"Right," detto Jasmine, obviously confused. "What he said. Anyways, we got here on this magic carpet. Isn't it gorgeous? It flies us wherever we wish to go."
"Sweet!" exclaimed Pea. "Can I come back to Agrabah with te guys? I was sort of exiled from my kingdom."
"Oh, well, of course, you're welcome to stay with me in the palace until te figure out what to do."
And with that, the three of them hopped onto the magic carpet. Princess pisello was not in the mood to watch the couple make out so she made sure to sit in between them the entire ride back. Finally, they arrived at Jasmine's palace. It was beautiful and exotic, even pisello herself was impressed. They landed on the balcony and Princess pisello let herself into Jasmine's room while the innamorati shared a romantic kiss.
"Swanky pad," pisello detto happily when gelsomino joined her in the room. "Not quite as big as my old castello but still decent. So, how'd te end up hooking up with that hot guy?"
"Hot? Well, everyone's hot in Agrabah," replied Jasmine. "The sun is always blazing and it is in the middle of a desert..."
"Let me guess, that's your excuse for dressing like a slut?" pisello laughed. "Anyways, I'm tired, I'm gonna go to sleep."
"Well, actually, you're on my bed, there's a guest bedroom down the hall and it's really nice."
"Is that how te treat a guest? God, someone has a thing o two to learn about manners..."
"Yes," answered Jasmine, clearly a little steamed. "Someone definitely does."
Princess pisello woke up twenty five minuti later, thirsty for something to drink. When she walked outside Jasmine's room she saw the sultan, Prince Ali, gelsomino and some creepy advisor.
"This is not done yet, boy!" detto the advisor, who was being taken away da guards. He cackled wickedly and with a puff of red smoke, disappeared.
"Is this a bad time for me to ask for a drink?" asked Pea.
"Who's this?" asked the sultan, who was still in shock of learning his most trusted advisor was a traitor.
"Father, this is Princess Pea," detto Jasmine, who was in Ali's arms, "She's staying with us for a while."
"Oh, splendid! Well, our servants will attend to te if te need anything."
"Obviously." Princess pisello walked over to a drinking fontana and took a sip of refreshing water. Although gelsomino was kind to let her stay, Princess pisello couldn't help but think that there was someone else even più deserving of Prince Ali Ababwa's love...herself. And she intended to steal it.
(End Of Part 4)
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