Author's Note: I don't own The Suite Life or any of the characters. Shakira is a real person, and I don't own her or any of her songs. I hope you like it. Read and review. This is just the prologue.

Prologue:

"Really? Why that's fantastic! Don't worry Mr. Tipton, I'll take care of it all." Mr. Moseby paused for a second to listen to what Mr. Tipton had to say on the other end. "Oh, you flatter me, Mr. Tipton, I do everything for you. Well good-bye, Mr. Tipton, and I do hope that we will manage to satisfy all of her requests. Ok, good-bye Mr. Tipton."

He put down the phone and then turned to glance at his entire staff, all grouped around his desk. "Move, move," he said, in a rather dazed, sing-song like voice. "Go back to work."

"No," said Maddie, flicking back her blonde hair. "Not until you tell us what that was all about."

"It was nothing," said Mr. Moseby, clearly lying.

"Sure," said Muriel leaning in closer. "And I'm the tooth fairy."

Arwin shuddered. "No wonder I got a pair of moldy socks for my last tooth."

Maddie looked at him. "You're too old for the tooth fairy, Arwin."

"Shh," hissed Arwin. "You'll offend her."

Maddie rolled her eyes and turned back to Mr. Moseby. "So are you going to tell us about the phone call or not?"

"Not," said Mr. Moseby flatly.

"Come on!" said Zack and Cody together, their voices colliding to be a very loud noise. "We have every right to know!"

"If I tell you will you shut up?" Mr. Moseby wanted to know.

Zack shrugged. "Maybe."

"Ok," sighed Mr. Moseby in defeat. "Shakira's coming to stay at the Tipton."

"Shakira?" yelled London right in Mr. Moseby's ear.

Mr. Moseby flinched and turned away from her.

"SHAKIRA?" yelped Carey in his other ear.

Mr. Moseby covered both of his ears with his hands. "Yes, and you all must behave while she's here. Mr. Tipton is depending on us to make her stay as comfortable as it can be."

"Good one," said Cody, grinning.

Mr. Moseby frowned at him. "I do not want a repeat of the Jesse McCartney incident."

"Don't worry—Shakira's a pretty girl, not a pretty boy," reminded Zack.

Mr. Moseby sighed. "Just leave her alone on her stay. Say, Esteban, what happened to you?'

Esteban was standing there as if in a daze, staring off into nowhere. His face was dreamy and he looked like he'd seen Heaven early.

"ESTEBAN!" yelled Zack, shoving the bell-boy.

Esteban shook out of his reverie. "What, little blonde person?"

"What's wrong with you?" Cody wanted to know.

"Shakira…" Esteban swooned and almost fell. "I love Shakira, her talent, oh… Miss Shakira, I'm going to make her stay the best it can be."

"Esteban, you like Shakira?" London looked horrified as she stared at Esteban.

Esteban stood up straight. "Like Shakira? I love Shakira! Ooh, baby when you talk like that, you make a woman go mad," he started to sing Hips Don't Lie.

Zack and Cody ran out of the room.

Sort of lame, but I guess it will get better. Esteban needed to fall in love at some point. Review?