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