Back at the palace, Prince Tyler goes to his father, the Sultan, and addresses the incident that happened in the marketplace.

"Father, do you have any idea how your subjects are living out in the streets?"

"Tyler, you shouldn't have been out in the marketplace all by yourself!" The Sultan cried.

"I wasn't by myself!" Tyler cried back. "I told you, I was with a boy named Josh, and the guards-"

Gerard and Frank enter, standing on the other side of the Sultan.

"Ah, Gerard, there you are. Are you aware of a boy arrested in the marketplace?" He asked.

"Yes, your majesty." Gerard replied. "My guards brought the Prince's kidnapper to me."

"Josh didn't kidnap me!" Tyler shouted. "I ran away!"

"You ran away?!" The Sultan cried.

"Oh dear." Gerard said, in despair. "I'm afraid the boy's sentence has already been carried out."

"What sentence?" Tyler asked.

"Why, death, of course."

"What? How could you?! He didn't do anything wrong!"

Tyler is so angry that he tries his best not to cry.

"Gerard, this is an outrage!" The Sultan said. "From now on, you are to discuss sentencing of prisoners with me!"

"At least some good will come from me being forced to marry."

Tyler looks to Gerard.

"When I am Sultan one day, I will have the power to get rid of you!"

Tyler walks off.

"Tyler..."

The Sultan goes after him.

"My most abject apologies, your majesty." Gerard said.

"When I am Sultan one day, I will have the power to get rid of you!" Frank said, imitating Tyler.

"If only I'd gotten that lamp, I could be finished with this constant humiliation once and for all!"

"Well, at least you're still next in line for the throne, and there ain't another suitor in sight!"

"Think again!"

(Start song)

Mark, Hayley, and Patrick come in, dressed in fancy entourage clothes.

"Who do you think you are, barging in like this?!" Gerard shouted.

"We're the prince's royal entourage!" Hayley announced.

"Prince?! What Prince?!"

"This is a disaster!" Frank cried.

Brendon and the other members of the entourage come in as Mark and Frank take cover.

(Entourage)
Make way!
For Prince Mali!
Say hey hey hey for Prince Mali!
Say hey!

(Mark, Hayley, and Patrick)
Hey! Clear the way!
In the old bazaar!
Hey you! Let us through!
It's a bright new star!

Oh come!
Be the first
On your block
To meet his eye!

Make way!
Here he comes!
Ring bells!
Bang the drums!

(Brendon)
Are you gonna love this guy!

(Entourage)
Prince Mali!
Fabulous he!
Mali Adula!

Genuflect!
Show some respect!
Down on one knee!

Now try your best to stay calm!
Brush up your Sunday salaam!
Then come to meet his spectacular coterie!

Prince Mali!
Mighty is he!
Mali Adula!

Strong as ten!
Regular men!
Definitely!

(Mark)
He faced the galloping hoards!

(Patrick)
A hundred bad guys with swords!

(Mark, Hayley, and Patrick)
Who sent the goons to their lords?

(Entourage)
Prince Mali!

(Mark, Hayley, and Patrick)
Prince, Prince Mali!

(Entourage)
Prince Mali!

(Mark, Hayley, and Patrick)
Prince, Prince Mali!

(Entourage and Brendon)
He's got ninety five white Persian monkeys!

(Mark, Hayley, and Patrick)
He's got the monkeys! Let's see the monkeys!

(Entourage and Brendon)
And to view them he charges no fee!

(Mark, Hayley, and Patrick)
He's generous! So generous!

(Entourage and Brendon)
He's got fans! He's got servants and flunkies!

(Mark, Hayley, and Patrick)
Proud to work for him!

(Entourage and Brendon)
Bow to his whim!

(Mark, Hayley, and Patrick)
Love serving him!

(Entourage and Brendon)
They're just lousy with loyalty to Mali!
Prince Mali!

(Entourage)
Prince Mali!
Amorous he!
Mali Adula!

(Brendon)
Heard your prince was a sight lovely to see!

(Entourage)
And that good people is why!
He got dolled up and dropped by!

With sixty elephants! Llamas galore!
With his bears and lions and brass band and more!
With his forty fakirs his cooks and bakers
And birds with warble on key!

Make way!
For Prince Mali!

Josh enters in a princely costume with an elaborate turban.

(Brendon)
Prince Mali!

(Entourage)
Say hey to Prince Mali!
Say hey hey hey to Prince Mali!

Ba da ba da ba!
Ba ba ba ba da!

The Entourage bows to Josh, then exits with Brendon as Sultan makes his way into the throne room. Mark, Hayley, and Patrick stay behind.

Josh approaches and bows deeply.

"Your majesty, it is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance. I have traveled many miles to seek the hand of your son. I am Prince Mali of Adula!

"Yes, we heard the song." Gerard said, walking in.

"Catchy, wasn't it?" Frank asked, dancing.

"Quiet!"

"Well, this is good news!" The Sultan cried. "I'm delighted to meet you, my boy."

Tyler enters the room, by stays behind a wall to spy on them.

"Let me tell you, Prince Adoodoo-"

"Adula." Josh corrected.

"Whatever." Gerard said. "As the Sultan's Grand Advisor, and someone who has known the Prince his entire life, I can assure you that you are not his type."

"Oh really?" Josh said. "Rich, charming, and handsome? That's everybody's type! The Prince will fall for me on the spot, or my name isn't Prince Mali of Adula-"

Tyler comes out from hiding, angered at what he heard.

"How dare you! All of you, standing around deciding my future! I am not the prize to be won!"

"I was only saying that-"

"That I'd fall for you just because you're rich and handsome? Is that how you think I measure a person's worth? You know, there's much more to the world than princes and palaces."

"I didn't mean-"

"Goodbye, Prince Mali. I suggest you look for someone just as shallow as you are. But thanks for the parade and everything. You certainly know how to put on a show!"

Tyler runs off.

"Wait, Prince Tyler-"

"Well, that went well." Patrick said.

"Don't worry." The Sultan said. "He'll calm down. You'll stay the night. Perhaps we'll all be better off with a fresh start!"

"Are you sure, your majesty?" Gerard asked. "I don't trust him."

"Nonsense." The Sultan replied. "One thing I pride myself on, Gerard, I'm an excellent judge of character."

The Sultan pats Gerard on the shoulder and leaves.

"Of course, your majesty..."

As Gerard and Frank leave, Josh goes to Mark, Hayley, and Patrick.

"What did I do wrong?" He asked.

"Maybe you went a little overboard." Mark said. "I mean, ninety five white Persian monkeys? Who wants to clean up after that."

"Maybe less is more." Hayley added. "Some flowers. Or one of those heart shaped boxes of baklava!"

Patrick stepped in.

"Look, Joshua, these costumes and the parade are fun, but maybe this Prince Mali idea was a mistake. You've never pulled off a scam this big."

"It's not a scam!" Josh cried.

"What else would you call it?" Mark asked. "Lies, plus phony identity, equals scam."

"It's a wish!" Josh cried. "I have to do whatever it takes to win the Prince's hand."

"That's so romantic." Hayley said.

"Oh, please." Patrick scoffed. "You've never needed a boyfriend before."

"If you don't want to help me, you're free to leave."

Patrick became disappointed.

"Oh... that's right, Josh has a new best friend now. So I guess "Prince Mali" doesn't need us. We're so out of here!"

Patrick leaves.

"You're acting like bullies." Hayley said, trying not to cry. "Don't you know it's not right to be bully?"

As Hayley leaves, Mark runs after her.

"Tabbouleh? Did somebody say Tabbouleh?"

As Josh sees that his friends have left, he immediately regrets everything.

"Hey guys, I didn't mean... oh boy."

Josh takes out the lamp and rubs it, summoning the Genie.

"Man, this is some classy joint! So how's it going, Prince Mali?"

"Terrible." Josh said. "Brendon, I completely blew it with the Prince. "I've got to try ever harder or he's going to figure out that I'm not really royalty!"

"Now, wait a minute, Josh." Brendon said. "I dolled you up with all the bells and whistles, the swanky clothes, the magic carpet..."

Brendon removes the turban.

"The main event is you! Just be yourself."

"That's the last thing I want to be." Josh said. "If Tyler found out that I was just some nobody, he'd laugh in my face!"

Josh puts his turban back on and leaves. Brendon doesn't like it.

"You walk away when we're starting to bond?? Ugh, Princes!"

Brendon disappears back into the lamp.