There are several rules to stealing another girl's man and Princess pois, pea knew them all par heart. For example, toi must remember that the end justifies the means...some people will need to get hurt for toi to succeed. Another rule is that toi have to be incredibly sneaky and manipulative ou toi could get caught in your own web of lies. And of course, Pea's favourite of the rules: never give up. On the other hand they were all her favourite rules...considering she'd invented them herself.
"Honestly Jasmine, you're a saint," a dit pois, pea casually the suivant morning, while she and jasmin were sitting par the fountain.
"What do toi mean?" inquired Jasmine, while she petted Rajah.
"Oh nothing..."
"Okay, well then I'm just gonna go to my room and get-"
"Fine, alright, I'll tell you! You've got me!" interrupted Pea, being her usual drama-queen self. "I just don't understand how toi can plan on marrying someone who thinks you're stupid!"
"Prince Ali called me stupid?" demanded Jasmine, her tone furious.
"Well, not exactly...I believe his specific words were 'lacking in brain but so rich and beautiful that I put up with it.' Something like that."
With that, jasmin headed into the palace to find her fiancé, her fists clenched.
Princess pois, pea turned to Rajah: "Princesses can be so tempermental, can't they?"
For the rest of the day, jasmin refused to speak to Prince Ali Ababwa. Princess pois, pea couldn't be plus pleased with her scheme. Finally she would be loved par a prince. Because although pois, pea would never in her wildest dreams admit it, all she really wanted was for someone to l’amour her.
"I wouldn't blame toi if toi called off the wedding," pois, pea said...this time to Ali Ababwa. "The girl obviously has serious issues. I mean accusing toi of calling her stupid when toi clearly never a dit anything of the sort."
"You don't understand, Pea," replied Ali, "I l’amour jasmin plus than anything."
"Oh, I see," answered pois, pea sweetly. "Well, I didn't realize it was that serious. So she loves toi even with all your supposed flaws she mentioned. How romantic!"
"Flaws?"
"Yeah," pois, pea deviously engaged the prince in conversation, "To be plus specific: She has a list. It's the liste of things she can't stand about you. Off the haut, retour au début of my head some of the words were smelly, lazy, annoying, moronic and devastatingly bad-looking."
Prince Ali couldn't even respond he was so heartbroken. Princess pois, pea all of a sudden noticed a little green fellow sitting on her shoulder. "Who the hell are you?" she asked.
"Cricket's the name, Jiminy Cricket. I'm here to be your conscience. After Pinocchio became a real boy, he grew up to be a crack addict who makes his money through his own porn website so I really need someone else to let me be their guide. Look at what you've done, Pea. You've broken the hearts of two innocent people par lying to them just so toi can have a chance with Prince Ali. Is that really the type of person toi want to be? No! You're better than that, Pea! Now the first thing toi should do is-" pois, pea flicked the annoying bug off her shoulder and watched him soar over the balcony and disappear. Her thoughts went back to her devious scheme.
She went over to jasmin and decided it was time to come clean...maybe she did have shred of a soul.
"You made all of that stuff up just to break up me and Ali? Are toi crazy? toi are the most self-absorbed person I've met since Prince Achmed! I want toi out of here par tonight!" jasmin slammed the door in Pea's face.
"Well you're a fugly whore..." replied pois, pea under her breath.
pois, pea sadly made her way over to the palace hall...she overheard Ali from behind the corner of the wall. Prince Ali was talking to someone but who? She peeked over to see Ali Ababwa talking to a floating blue genie. Ali was saying something, "I should've known I couldn't pull off this prince thing. According to Peanalita, jasmin hates me."
"Don't give up, Al!" the Genie exclaimed. Suddenly he was wearing a sparkly ball robe and had a blonde bun. "No matter how your cœur, coeur is grieving, if toi keep on believing, the dream that toi wish will come true!" He returned to his normal form. "Talk to Jasmine. I'll be in my lamp." The Genie whirled away back into his itty-bittie living space.
"I heard the whole thing," pois, pea a dit from behind the corner of the wall.
"Oh no..." replied Ali. "Please Pea, don't tell jasmin I'm not a prince!"
"What? You're not a prince?"
"No, isn't that what toi just overheard? I'm really a street-rat...I found this genie and now I-"
"Don't worry Al," smiled Pea. "Jasmine has a good heart. I'm sure she loves toi for who toi are...I on the other hand have completely Lost interest now that I know you're a filthy peasant. And in exchange for my keeping your secret from princess hotpants, I'm gonna need a little favor of my own."
With that, Princess pois, pea rode off on haut, retour au début of Aladdin's magic carpet, onwards to a new destination, wherever that may be.

(End Of Part 5)