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

(End Of Part 4)