Author's Note: I originally gave Naveen's brother a different name, but IMDB swears that his little brother's name is Ralphie. I don't like it, but IMDB is usually a good resource, so we'll roll with it. Ralphie's English is better than his brother's here because his English was fantastic at the end of the movie, even if it was just for one line. Enough that I can see him actually speaking pretty well, whether English or Maldonian.

Songs: Why Should I Worry/Just Can't Wait to be King

Original Movies: Oliver and Company/The Lion King

Naveen, prior to the movie

Now it couldn't be said that Naveen was a bad brother. He loved his little brother, Ralphie, more than anything. The problem was that Naveen loved his brother enough to let him tag along on his adventures throughout Maldonia.

Normally, this wasn't a huge problem. But this was not going to be a typical day. The pair finished their English lessons with Laurence and then they were both out of their like a shot, Naveen ringing his hands in anticipation. "Can you believe this?" he took the flier out of his pocket for what may have been the millionth time that day and examined it. The two had fallen into speaking in English on the palace grounds as the servants, save Laurence, were unable to understand them, and therefore not able to intercept their plans.

The flier announced that The Rag Tag Gang, a jazz trio that had recently moved from New Orleans to Maldonia, would be playing tonight at Lez Artique. "You will be going with me, yes?" Ralphie nodded his agreement.

"But what if mom and dad find out? Isn't the LA club supposed to be," Ralphie searched his English vocabulary, but he couldn't find an accurate synonym. Resorting to Maldonian, he asked "...argeque?"

"Pah...racy! Just because the girls walk around with minimal clothing," Naveen wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "Does not mean it is not a fine and upstanding establishment." Ralphie looked unconvinced. "Mother and father will never know. You do not have to come with me if you do not wish."

Ralphie looked scandalized for a moment. "But I want to hear the jazz, too!"

"Well, then, stop worrying and come with me. We shall meet at the back garden at ten tonight. Keep your clothes on under your pajamas."

"But brother, the servants help me get dressed..."

Naveen sighed. "Yes, but it is not hard to put some clothes in the wash closet. They will not bother you there, true?" Ralphie nodded. "Very good. It is all planned." Naveen punched a fist into the air. "Tonight will be spectacular!"

Neither prince had expected quite so much smoke in the place. Naveen lazily swatted it away from him, but Ralphie thought he was going to choke on it. And the smell! The younger boy could not for the life of him figure out why anyone would choose to smoke if it smelled this horrid.

He suddenly felt Naveen pull him back and let out a shocked cry because he couldn't see. Naveen had covered his eyes. "One moment, little prutto...that was not a sight for young eyes." Whatever the sight had been, Naveen had seemed to enjoy it. Ralphie felt a twinge of annoyance.

"Pruttos? Here?" One of the waitresses, scantily clad in sequins that were leaving little to the imagination, exclaimed. She was watching Naveen and Ralphie quite intently. "Oh, don't worry, I don't bite! You two should get closer to the stage. Not often we get a pair of royals here..." she said in Maldonian.

"Thank you," Ralphie and Naveen said in unison.

"Brother, she recognized us," Ralphie pointed out.

"I am next in line for the throne, most recognize me," Naveen admired himself in a spoon, "You are fairly well known yourself, Ralph. It is of no harm. They will not go to Mother and Father with the information."

"Do you ever worry?"

"No. Should I?"

Ralphie shrugged. "If you ever get caught."

"You need to learn to live, little brother. Waitress! A round of drinks for everyone here!" the waitress from earlier took the order, smiling at Naveen and winking at Ralphie. "After all, we need something to keep us occupied while the band isn't playing."

It took three more rounds (all paid for with the King and Queen's money) before the band finally got up to play. Ralphie watched as his brother seemed to transform. One minute he was drinking and flirting with any pretty girl in sight, the next he was on his feet and was dancing, his movements perfectly timed with the rhythm.

Naveen extended a hand to his brother. Feeling a bit self conscious, Ralphie shyly got up and did a few steps, then immediately tried to sit back down. Naveen forced him back up, grabbing his hand and demonstrating a few simple moves for Ralphie to follow. He did, and Naveen threw back his head and roared his laughter in delight at Ralphie's willingness to dance with him.

The pair were so enthralled they didn't see the palace guards enter the club.

"Unacceptable," The Queen said for what must have been the fifth time. "That club...do you know how dangerous that club is? And you took your little brother!"

"He was fine! I was there with him. I kept him safe!"

Now it was the kKing's turn to speak up. "What you did was spend 150 crodettes on wine for everyone in that club! I can only hope your brother didn't get any of that!"

"He did not! I would never!" Naveen insisted. In truth, he'd given Ralphie a sip of wine before, but he'd chosen a more bitter wine to ensure his brother would never ask for more. "I love my brother, I could never hurt him."

"Your irresponsibility could have gotten him hurt," The Queen pointed out, seething. "We love you, Naveen, we do. But you just are not understanding how important this is. How we need you to grow up. We hate to do this to you, but..."

"You're cut off," the king finished for her. "No more money just to chase skirts and drink and ...jazz all day!"

"You do not jazz, it is a type of music!" Naveen interjected almost fiercely. His father did not acknowledge the interruption. "But father, I am supposed to be king one day..." he was trying to be as charming as he could. But that was never enough to work on his parents, who had managed to build up an immunity.

"No buts. Until you show some responsibility, not only are you cut off...you are no longer the next in line for the throne."

Naveen felt his jaw go slack, hanging open slightly as he tried to think of something, anything to say. Anything that might make his father rescind. But nothing came to mind. "Fine." he finally muttered. "That is fine. It does not bother me one bit!"

Later as Naveen paced his polished marble floor, he'd come up with the idea of going to New Orleans, to see the birth place of jazz music. He could ride a freighter for free, his title of prince was enough to secure that passage. Lodging was another problem, as was food and ensuring he wasn't misunderstood since his English was still not perfect. Not to mention someone to carry the bags. He figured Laurence would solve the last two problems. The other hiccups in the plan...well, even know, Naveen just couldn't bring himself to worry about it. "Eh, it will all work out in the end."