There are several rules to stealing another girl's man and Princess مٹر, مصری چنا knew them all سے طرف کی heart. For example, آپ must remember that the end justifies the means...some people will need to get hurt for آپ to succeed. Another rule is that آپ have to be incredibly sneaky and manipulative یا آپ 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," کہا مٹر, مصری چنا casually the اگلے morning, while she and جیسمین, یاسمین were sitting سے طرف کی the fountain.
"What do آپ 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 آپ 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, جیسمین, یاسمین headed into the palace to find her fiancé, her fists clenched.
Princess مٹر, مصری چنا turned to Rajah: "Princesses can be so tempermental, can't they?"
For the rest of the day, جیسمین, یاسمین refused to speak to Prince Ali Ababwa. Princess مٹر, مصری چنا couldn't be مزید pleased with her scheme. Finally she would be loved سے طرف کی a prince. Because although مٹر, مصری چنا would never in her wildest dreams admit it, all she really wanted was for someone to love her.
"I wouldn't blame آپ if آپ called off the wedding," مٹر, مصری چنا said...this time to Ali Ababwa. "The girl obviously has serious issues. I mean accusing آپ of calling her stupid when آپ clearly never کہا anything of the sort."
"You don't understand, Pea," replied Ali, "I love جیسمین, یاسمین مزید than anything."
"Oh, I see," answered مٹر, مصری چنا sweetly. "Well, I didn't realize it was that serious. So she loves آپ even with all your supposed flaws she mentioned. How romantic!"
"Flaws?"
"Yeah," مٹر, مصری چنا deviously engaged the prince in conversation, "To be مزید specific: She has a list. It's the فہرست of things she can't stand about you. Off the سب, سب سے اوپر 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 مٹر, مصری چنا 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 سے طرف کی lying to them just so آپ can have a chance with Prince Ali. Is that really the type of person آپ want to be? No! You're better than that, Pea! Now the first thing آپ should do is-" مٹر, مصری چنا 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 جیسمین, یاسمین 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 آپ crazy? آپ are the most self-absorbed person I've met since Prince Achmed! I want آپ out of here سے طرف کی tonight!" جیسمین, یاسمین slammed the door in Pea's face.
"Well you're a fugly whore..." replied مٹر, مصری چنا under her breath.
مٹر, مصری چنا 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, جیسمین, یاسمین hates me."
"Don't give up, Al!" the Genie exclaimed. Suddenly he was wearing a sparkly ball گاؤن, gown and had a blonde bun. "No matter how your دل is grieving, if آپ keep on believing, the dream that آپ 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," مٹر, مصری چنا کہا from behind the corner of the wall.
"Oh no..." replied Ali. "Please Pea, don't tell جیسمین, یاسمین I'm not a prince!"
"What? You're not a prince?"
"No, isn't that what آپ 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 آپ for who آپ 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 مٹر, مصری چنا rode off on سب, سب سے اوپر of Aladdin's magic carpet, onwards to a new destination, wherever that may be.

(End Of Part 5)