Cut to a stack of a pile of toys. We tilt up and see Sultan Shion balancing them. He carefully balances the last piece on top, then sits back and sighs. Loki storms in, though, and the pile collapses.

Loki: Sire, I have found a solution to the problem with your daughter.

Chatot: Awk! The problem with your daughter!

Shion: Oh, really?

Loki: (Unrolling a scroll) Right here. "If the princess has not chosen a husband by the appointed time, then the sultan shall choose for her."

Shion: But Hotaru hated all those suitors! (He tries to stuff a cracker into Chatot's mouth. Chatot backs away. The Sultan absentmindedly pulls the cracker back.) How could I choose someone she hates? (Chatot is relieved, but Shion quickly stuffs a cracker in his mouth.)

Loki: Not to worry, my liege. There is more. If, in the event a suitable prince cannot be found, a princess must then be wed to...hmm...interesting.

Shion: What? Who?

Loki: The royal vizier! Why, that would be...me!

Shion: Why, I thought the law says that only a prince can marry a princess, I'm quite sure.

Loki: Desperate times call for desperate measures, my lord. (He pulls out the staff and hypnotizes Shion with it.)

Shion: Yes...desperate measures...

Loki: You will order the princess to marry me.

Shion: I...will order...the princess...to...(the spell breaks momentarily)...but you're so old!

Loki: (Holds the staff closer) The princess will marry me!

Shion: The princess will marry...(the spell is again broken, this time by the trumpet fanfare of "Prince Toshiro".) What? What is that? That music! Ha ha ha. Loki, you must come and see this!

We see an advancing parade, led by what appears to be Dohko in human form as a Major.

Marchers: Make way for Prince Toshiro!

Swordsmen: Say hey! It's Prince Toshiro!

Major:
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.

You're gonna love this guy

The Major mingles amongst different crowd members.

Major:

Prince Toshiro, fabulous he, Toshiro Ababwa!

Genuflect, show some

respect Down on one knee

Chimchar the Copperajah marches through town, with Saga (Toshiro) on his back.

Major:

Now try your best to stay calm

Brush up your Sunday Salaam

And come and meet his spectacular coterie.

Chatot is dancing to the music until Loki glares at him. The Major "wheelbarrows" six men up onto Chimchar's trunk. They stand on each other's shoulders as Toshiro shakes hands.

Major:

Prince Toshiro, mighty is he,

Toshiro Ababwa!

Strong as ten regular men, definitely

He faced the galloping hordes

A hundred bad guys with swords

Who sent those goons to their lords,

why Prince Toshiro!

The pile collapses on Toshiro, but Dohko (TM) brand lightning bolt zaps the pile and he ends up holding them all up in an acrobatic wheel formation. The genie turns into an old man, then a child and speaks the last two lines to the crowd.

Chorus Of Men: (Carrying the Camerupts) He's got 75 golden Camerupts!

In pops a typical parade commentator

Harry: Don't they look lovely, June?

Chorus Of Women: (On a float) Purple peacocks, he's got 53!

In comes another commentator.

June: (Mary Hart's voice) Fabulous, Harry. I love the feathers.

Dohko: (Dohko is off screen, a giant balloon ape proceeds down the parade) When it comes to exotic-type mammals

Has he got a zoo I'm telling you

It's a world-class menagerie!

Dohko pops in as a Liepard,

then a Gogoat,

and speaks the last two lines to the two children from earlier. We cut to a balcony, where three Harem Girls are joined by the Harem Dohko.

Dohko: (with ETHEL MERMAN's voice)

Girls: (in counterpoint, hearts beating)

Dohko:

Prince Ali! Handsome as he, Toshiro Ababwa!

Harem Girls:

There's no question this Toshiro's alluring.

Never ordinary, never boring.

Dohko:

That physique! How can I speak?

Harem Girls:

Everything about that man just plain impresses.

Dohko:

Weak at the knee!

Well, get on out in that square.

Harem Girls:

He's a winner, he's a whiz, a wonder.

Dohko:

Adjust your veil and prepare.

Harem Girls:

He's about to pull my heart asunder.

Dohko:

To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Toshiro!

Harem Girls:

And I absolutely love the way he dresses!

Hotaru has been watching from the balcony of the palace. She humphs it off, then leaves.

Chorus:

He's got 95 white Persian Mankeys!

(He's got the mankeys, let's see the Mankeys!)

And to view them, he charges no fee!

(He's generous, so generous)

He's got slaves, he's got servants and flunkies!

(Proud to work for him)

They bow to his whim, love serving him

They're just lousy with loyalty to Toshiro! Prince Toshiro!

Saga with the parade march up the steps of the palace and inside. Sultan Shion runs back inside to the door to the throne room, but Loki stands in front of the door. Suddenly, it bursts open, with Chimchar, and Saga.

Chimchar:

One more time!

Chimchar, Chorus and Dohko:

Prince Toshiro, Amorous he! Toshiro Ababwa!

Chimchar and Dohko:

Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see!

And that, good people, is why

He got dolled up and dropped by

Chorus:

With 60 Phanpy's, llamas galore

With his Ursarings and Pyroars

A brass band and more

With his 40 fakirs, his cooks, his bakers

His birds that warble on key

Make way for Prince Toshiro!

More and more fanfare builds up until Saga slides off Chimchar's back on the Magic Carpet and flies down to the Sultan. Loki slams the door shut.

Shion: (Clapping) Splendid, absolutely marvelous.

Saga: (Takes on a deeper voice.) Ahem. Your majesty, I have journeyed from afar to seek your daughter's hand.

Shion: Prince Toshiro Ababwa! Of course. I'm delighted to meet you. (He rushes over and shakes Toshiro's hand.) This is my royal vizier, Loki. He's delighted too.

Loki: (Extremely dryly) Ecstatic. I'm afraid, Prince Abooboo--

Saga: --Ababwa!

Loki: Whatever. Right. You cannot just parade in here uninvited and expect to--

Shion: ...by Allah, this is quite a remarkable device. (He tugs at the tassels, and they tug his mustache.) I don't suppose I might...

Saga: Why certainly, your majesty. Allow me.

He helps Shion up onto the Carpet, and he plops down. Loki pins the Carpet down on the floor with the staff.

Loki: Sire, I must advise against this--

Shion: --Oh, button up, Loki. Learn to have a little fun.

He kicks away the staff and Carpet and Shion fly away. Chatot, who was standing on the head of the staff, falls down, repeatedly bopping the staff with his beak as he descends. Shion and Carpet fly high into the ceiling, then begin a dive-bomb attack, flying under Chimchar, scaring him. The flight continues in the background, while Loki and Toshiro talk in the foreground.

Loki: Just where did you say you were from?

Toshiro: Oh, much farther than you've traveled, I'm sure. (He smiles. Loki does not.)

Loki: Try me. (Chatot lands on the staff.)

Shion: Look out, Polly!

They all duck in time as the Carpet whizzes centimeters over their heads. Carpet returns and Shion chases Chatot around the room.

Chatot: Hey, watch it. Watch it with the dumb rug!

The Carpet zooms underneath Chatot, who sighs, wipes his brow, and crashes into a pillar. He crashes to the floor, and his head is circled by miniature Shions on Carpets, saying "Have a cracker, have a cracker." The real Sultan begins his final approach.

Shion: Out of the way, I'm coming in to land. Loki, watch this! (He lands.)

Loki: Spectacular, your highness.

Shion: Ooh, lovely. Yes, I do seem to have a knack for it. (Carpet walks over to Chimchar dizzily, then collapses. Chimchar catches it.) This is a very impressive youth. And a prince as well. (Whispers to Loki) If we're lucky, you won't have to marry Hotaru after all.

Loki: I don't trust him, sire.

Shion: Nonsense. One thing I pride myself on is Loki, I'm an excellent judge of character.

Chatot: Oh, excellent judge, yeah, sure...not!!!

Hotaru walks in quietly.

Shion: Hotaru will like this one!

Saga: And I'm pretty sure I'll like Princess Hotaru!

Loki: Your highness, no. I must intercede on Hotaru's behalf. Hotaru hears this and gets impressed and mad.) This boy is no different than the others. What makes him think he is worthy of the princess?

Saga: Your majesty, I am Prince Toshiro Ababwa! Just let her meet me. I will win your daughter!

Hotaru: How dare you. All of you. Standing around deciding my future? I am not a prize to be won.

Shion: Oh, dear. Don't worry, Prince Toshiro. Just give Hotaru time to cool down. (They exit.)

Loki: I think it's time to say goodbye to Prince Abooboo.