"The truth is I sometimes dress as a commoner, um, to escape the pressures of palace life...I really am a prince..." said the prince nervously.
"Why didn't you just tell me?" questioned the exotic princess.
"Well, you know, uh, um, royalty going out into the city in disguise, I mean, it sounds a little strange...don't you 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 Pea decided to introduce herself.
"If you 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 you are?"
"I am Prince Ali Ababwa."
"And I'm Jasmine, I'm a princess as well."
"Great. So, you don't look Chinese...whatcha doing on the top of this roof? Did you 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 you from?"
"Um..." struggled Prince Ali. "I'm from...uh...Genieland. It's off the coast of South Agrabah, next to the third dessert from our other kingdom."
"Right," said 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 you guys? I was sort of exiled from my kingdom."
"Oh, well, of course, you're welcome to stay with me in the palace until you figure out what to do."
And with that, the three of them hopped onto the magic carpet. Princess Pea 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 Pea herself was impressed. They landed on the balcony and Princess Pea let herself into Jasmine's room while the lovers shared a romantic kiss.
"Swanky pad," Pea said happily when Jasmine joined her in the room. "Not quite as big as my old castle but still decent. So, how'd you 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?" Pea 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 you treat a guest? God, someone has a thing or two to learn about manners..."
"Yes," answered Jasmine, clearly a little steamed. "Someone definitely does."
Princess Pea woke up twenty five minutes later, thirsty for something to drink. When she walked outside Jasmine's room she saw the sultan, Prince Ali, Jasmine and some creepy advisor.
"This is not done yet, boy!" said the advisor, who was being taken away by 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," said Jasmine, who was in Ali's arms, "She's staying with us for a while."
"Oh, splendid! Well, our servants will attend to you if you need anything."
"Obviously." Princess Pea walked over to a drinking fountain and took a sip of refreshing water. Although Jasmine was kind to let her stay, Princess Pea couldn't help but think that there was someone else even more deserving of Prince Ali Ababwa's love...herself. And she intended to steal it.
(End Of Part 4)
