Bobby was balancing toys. He carefully balanced the last piece on top, then sat back and sighed. Lucifer stormed in, though, and the pile collapsed.
"Sire, I have found a solution to the problem with your daughter." Lucifer said.
"Awk! The problem with your daughter!" Crowley said.
"Oh, really?" Bobby said.
Lucifer unrolled a scroll. "Right here. "If the princess has not chosen a husband by the appointed time, then the Sultan shall choose for her."
"But Lisa hated all those suitors!" Bobby tried to stuff a cracker into Crowley's mouth. Crowley backed away. The Bobby absentmindedly pulled the cracker back. "How could I choose someone she hates?"
Crowley was relieved, but the Bobby quickly stuffed a cracker in his mouth.
"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." Lucifer said.
"What? Who?" Bobby said.
"The royal vizier! Why, that would be...me!" Lucifer said.
"Why, I thought the law says that only a prince can marry a princess, I'm quite sure." Bobby said.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures, my lord." Lucifer pulled out the staff and hypnotizes the Bobby with it.
"Yes...desperate measures..." Bobby said.
"You will order the princess to marry me." Lucifer said.
"I...will order...the princess...to..." Bobby began, but the spell broke momentarily. "...but you're so old!"
Lucifer held the staff closer. "The princess will marry me!"
"The princess will marry..." The spell was again broken, this time by the music of Dean's parade. "What? What is that? That music! Ha ha ha. Lucifer., you must come and see this!"