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