Kenobi Hood and Princess Satine happily ran into the forest together as night fell.
The beautiful light of fireflies, the stars, and the full moon filled the air.
Obi-Wan and Satine danced and frolicked through the forest together, their love growing with each passing second.
Kenobi Hood picked a beautiful blue daisy and tied its stem so Satine could wear it as her engagement ring. The two looked deeply into each other's eyes with no other expression but love and happiness.
They held each other's hands ever so dearly as they leaned in closer and closer, and they kissed.
"Oh, Obi." Satine sighed happily. "What a beautiful night."
The couple hugged each other.
"I wish it would never end."
"As do I, my dear." Kenobi Hood said, kissing the princess once more.
"SURPRISE!" a voice shouted.
"Long live Kenobi Hood!" Yoda said.
"And love live Princess Satine." said Ms. Jocasta, a lady who helped at the church.
Various friends from Mandingham were there to cheer for Kenobi Hood's heroism, as well as congratulate him and Princess Satine on their engagement.
"And down with that jerk, Almec." Korkie said.
"I couldn't have said it better myself." Bo-Katan smiled, ruffling her nephew's hair.
Fiesta started to play music from her horn, and Little 'Soka got out a lute and started to make music too. And soon everyone was singing and dancing and partying.
Oh the world will sing of a Mando King
A thousand years from now
And not because he passed some laws
Or had that lofty brow
While bonny good King Atif leads
The great crusade he's on
We'll all have to slave away
For that good-for-nothin' Almec!
Incredible as he is inept
Whenever the history books are kept
They'll call him the phony king of Mandalore
A pox on the phony king of Mandalore
Some of the villagers started to do a puppet show with a crudely made puppet of Prince Almec. Remix and Carousella joined in on making music too.
He sits alone on a giant throne
Pretendin' he's the king
A little tyke who's rather like
A puppet on a string
And he throws an angry tantrum
If he cannot have his way...
And then he calls for Mum
While he's suckin' his thumb
The kids all started laughing, some rolling on the ground.
You see, he doesn't want to play
Too late to be known as Almec the First
He's sure to be known as Almec the worst
A pox on that phony king of Mandalore!
Lay that country on me, babe!
Kenobi Hood and Satine danced together and with some of the villagers too.
Satine took a dance with Mace and Strawberry, and Obi-Wan danced about with Little Gabby in his arms.
While he taxes us to pieces
And he robs us of our bread
King Richard's crown keeps slippin' down
Around that pointed head
Ah! But while there is a merry man
In Kenobi's wily pack
We'll find a way to make him pay
And steal our money back
A minute before he knows we're there...
Ol' Obi'll snatch his underwear
Everyone laughed at that last part when Obi-Wan pretended to do such with the puppet.
The breezy and uneasy king of Mandalore
The snivellin', grovellin'
Measly, weasely
Blabberin', jabberin'
Gibberin', jabberin'
Blunderin', plunderin'
Wheelin', dealin'
Prince Almec, that phony king of Mandalore
Yeah!
Sometime the next day, Sheriff Pre Viszla entered the castle, singing a song to himself. But not his usual happy tax collecting song, even though he was bringing his latest collection of taxes to Haman, who was keeping track of all the taxes.
"How about that?" said Vizsla.
Haman laughed at the song calling Almec the worst.
"That's Prince Almec to a tee!" Haman laughed. And then he took a gander at it himself.
Inconveniently, however, Prince Almec walked in.
"Almec the fabulous, wonderful-!" Haman panickily sang, trying to avoid angering Almec. But the sheriff ruined it.
"No, no! You're singing it wrong! It's supposed to be-"
"Enough!" Almec bellowed, kicking the door open and angrily throwing a pitcher of wine against the wall, the pitcher shattering upon impact."
"Oh, but, Sire." said Viszla. "It's a big hit. The whole village is singing it!"
"Oh, they are. Are they?" sneered the greedy prince. "Well, they'll be singing a different tune. Double the taxes! Triple the taxes! Squeeze every last drop out of those insolent, musical peasants!"