We are now in Sultan Shion's chamber. Loki is there with Chatot, Hotaru and Shion.

Shion: Loki, this is an outrage. If it weren't for all your years of loyal service... From now on, you are to discuss sentencing prisoners with me, before they are beheaded.

Loki: I assure you, your highness, it won't happen again.

Shion: Hotaru, Loki, now let's put this whole messy business behind us. Please?

Loki: My most abject and humblest apologies to you as well, princess. (He takes her hand to kiss it, but she yanks it away.)

Hotaru: At least some good will come of my being forced to marry. When I am queen, I will have the power to get rid of you.

Shion: That's nice. All settled, then. Now, Hotaru, getting back to this suitor business, (he looks and sees Hotaru walking out) Hotaru? Hotaru! (He runs after her.)

Loki: If only I had gotten that lamp!

Chatot: (As Hotaru) I will have the power to get rid of you! D'oh! To think--we gotta keep kissing up to that chump, and his chump daughter for the rest of our lives...

Loki: No, Chatot. Only until she finds a chump husband. Then she'll have us banished--or beheaded!

Both: Eeewww!

Chatot: (Has an idea) Oh! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Loki? What if you were the chump husband?

Loki: (He looks at Chatot in insult) What?

Chatot: Okay, you marry the princess, all right? Then, uh, you become sultan!

Loki: Oh! Marry the shrew? I become sultan. The idea has merit!

Chatot: Yes, merit! Yes! And then we drop papa-in-law and the little woman off a cliff! (Dive bombs into the floor) Kersplat!

Loki: Chatot, I love the way your foul little mind works!

Both laugh as we cut to an oasis in the desert, where Carpet is coming in for a landing.

Dohko: (Still as stewardess) Thank you for choosing Magic Carpet for all your travel needs. Don't stand until the rug has come to a complete stop. (As Saga and Chimchar get off down the stairway formed by Carpet) Thank you. Good bye, good bye! Thank you! Good bye! (Back to normal) Well, now. How about that, Mr. Doubting mustafa?

Saga: Oh, you sure showed me. Now about my three wishes-

Dohko: Do mine ears deceive me? Three? You are down by ONE, boy!

Saga: Ah, no--I never actually wished to get out of the cave. You did that on your own.

Dohko thinks for a second, then his jaw drops. He turns into a Mareep.

Dohko: Well, don't I just feel sheepish? All right, you baaaad boy, but no more freebies.

Saga: Fair deal. So, three wishes. I want them to be good. (To Dohko) What would you wish for?

Dohko is hanging like a hammock between two trees.

Dohko: Me? No one's ever asked me that before. Well, in my case, ah, forget it.

Saga: What? No, tell me.

Dohko: Freedom.

Saga: You're a prisoner?

Dohko: It's all part-and-parcel, the whole genie gig. (Grows gigantic, voice echoes) Phenomenal cosmic powers! (Shrinks down, cramped in Magic Lamp.) Itty bitty living space

Saga: Dohko, that's terrible.

Dohko: (Comes out of the LAMP) But, oh--to be free. Not have to go "Poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need? Poof!
What do you need?" To be my own master, such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the treasures in all the world! But what am I talking about here? Let's get real here. It's not gonna happen. Dohko, wake up and smell the hummus.

Saga: Why not?

Dohko: The only way I get outta this is if my master wishes me out. So you can guess how often that's happened.

Saga: I'll do it. I'll set you free.

Dohko: (Head turns into Pinocchio's with a long nose) Uh huh, right. Whoop!

Saga: No, really, I promise. (He pushes the nose back in and Dohko's head returns to normal.) After making my first two
wishes, I'll use my third wish to set you free. (He holds out his hand)

Dohko: Well, here's hopin'. (Shakes Saga's hand.) All right. Let's make some magic. (Turns into a magician.) So how 'bout it. What is it you want most?

Saga: Well, there's this girl.

Dohko: Eehhh! (Like a buzzer, and Dohko's chest shows a heart with a cross through it.) Wrong. I can't make anybody fall in love, remember?

Saga: Oh, but, Dohko, she's smart and fun and...

Dohko: Pretty?

Saga: Beautiful. She's got these eyes that just... and this hair. Wow. And her smile... [sighs]

Dohko: (Sitting in a Parisian cafe with Chimchar and Carpet.) Ami. C'est l'amour.

Saga: But she's the princess. To even have a chance, I'd have to be... Hey, can you make me a prince?

Dohko: Let's see here. (Has a "Royal Cookbook".) Chicken à la king? (Pulls out a chicken with a crown on its head) Nope. Alaskan king crab, Caesar's salad? Ah! (A dagger comes out and tries to stab him.) Et Tu, Brute? No. Aha. "To make a prince." (Looks slyly at Saga.) Is that an official wish? Say the words.

Saga: Genie, I wish for you to make me a prince!

Dohko: All right! Woof woof woof woof! (Takes on square shoulders and looks like Arsenio Hall. Then become a tailor/fashion designer.) First, that fez and vest combo is much too third century. These patches--what are we trying to say--beggar? No! Let's work together. (He takes Saga's measurements, snaps his fingers and Saga is outfitted in his prince costume.) I like it, muy macho! Now, I still need something. What does it say to me? It says mode of transportation. Excuse me, monkey boy! Aqui, over here!

Chimchar tries to cover himself with Carpet, but Dohko zaps him and he flies over.

Chimchar: Uh oh!

Dohko: Here he comes, (Saga and Dohko are on a game show set, where Saga stands behind a podium with "AL" on it.) And what better way to make your grand entrance on the streets of Agrabah, than riding your very own brand new Camerupt! Watch out, it spits! (A door bearing Dohko's head opens, where Chimchar is transformed into a Camerupt.)

(Chimchar spits out the side of his mouth on cue. But the Genie's not sure.) Mmm, not enough. (He snaps his fingers and Chimchar turns into a Glastrier.)

Still not enough. Let's see. What do you need? (The Genie snaps his fingers repeatedly, turning Chimchar into: a ​​Ducklett, an Espathra, a Tirtouga, and a '57 Cadillac, with license plate "Chimchar 1."

(Then finally, he's returned to normal.) Yes!! Esalalumbo, shimin dumbo! Whoa!! (And on the keyword of the spell, Dumbo, Chimchar turns into a Copperajah.)

Carpet struggles to get out from under Chimchar's size 46 feet.

Dohko:Talk about your trunk space, check this action out!

Chimchar sees his reflection in a pool of water, then jumps into a tree. The tree naturally bends right back down to the ground, where Chimchar hangs on and looks at Saga upside down.

Saga: Chimchar, you look good.

Dohko: He's got the outfit, he's got the Pokémon, but we're not through yet. Hang on to your turban, kid, cause we're gonna make you a star!

We zoom out slowly with the oasis in the distance, as fireworks begin to explode outward.