The Sultan was sitting on his throne, staring at the scroll in his hands. "Oh, my." He said. He read more. "Oh my goodness."
He looked up at the scribe, a grey-haired gentleman who was holding several scrolls in his ink-stained hands. "You're certain of this?" At the man's nod the Sultan declared. "Well, from what you've found it seems Razoul is a long lost prince. Is that correct?"
"Yes, your majesty." The man replied.
The Sultan laid the scroll aside and got to his feet. "Do you realize that he's been working here for years as a palace guard? We may have offended someone important here. Oh, I hope not." He stopped by the window wringing his hands and then started as the sound of trumpets rang out in the streets. "What is all that noise?"
He looked out the window and saw lines of elephants and camels marching down the street to the palace. Behind them a score of trumpeters blasted their paeans to the skies. Lines of soldiers marched and skillfully tossed their swords in the air and caught them again before they could hit the ground. "Oh, goody. It's a parade. I just love a parade." The Sultan began clapping his hands in time to the trumpets.
The scribe joined him at the window and then sighed. "I think Prince Razoul is coming to see us." He declared.
Genie the announcer and MC was into his stick. He was singing about "Here is valiant Prince Razoul, he's no one you can fool. He won the heart of the Princess, he seeks the Sultan them to bless." It went on and on just like that for twenty more verses.
The Sultan clapped his hands. "Jasmine's getting married. I'm going to be a grandfather." He raced out of the room. "I've got to greet them."
He did not see the scribe turn into Genie. "Well, that was easy." He declared just before he vanished in a puff of smoke.
As Jasmine and Razoul passed a street corner on the flying carpet they saw Hasim jumping up and down. "I knew it." He called. "I knew you were more than you seemed."
Razoul called back to him. "How'd you like to help cater the wedding, Hasim?"
Hasim shouted back. "Of course, you old rascal." Then as the entourage passed he began to mutter to himself. "This is going to take more than cinnamon rolls." He got out a pencil and paper and began calculating. He was going to give them something worthy of his genius.
Jasmine noticed Sarah standing at the front of the crowd lining the street. Her daughter Rachel's hand was in her own. Tears were streaming down Sarah's cheeks.
Jasmine leaned over and tried to shout but couldn't be heard and then Genie was there putting a bull horn in her hand. "Sarah!" She shouted. The sound blasted everything.
"Whoops!" Genie grinned sheepishly and reached out to twist a button on the side of the horn. "Sorry, too much volume. Try it now."
Jasmine smiled at him. "Thanks, Genie." She then took the bull horn and said so that everyone could hear. "Sarah, I want you and your daughter to help me plan this and I want both of you to stand with me."
Sarah gave her a thumb up and then stepped back with a gasp as several tigers and lions were led by on golden leashes. Sarah hugged Rachel. "I knew she loved him." She declared.
Jasmine looked sadly at the lions and tigers and stared longingly at them. Razoul noticed. "Is there something wrong?"
"It's Rajah." She said. "Jafar took my tiger friend from me and I miss Rajah so much."
"Well, maybe Genie can find him and bring him back." He told her.
"That's a great idea." She declared. Then she saw the Sultan running up to them, shouting out his happiness. She pointed at him and then asked. "Genie?"
"No problemo." He replied and the Sultan appeared in front of them on the carpet.
"Jasmine!" He cried and then they hugged each other hard while Razoul grinned at them.
"Oh, Jasmine, I'm so happy for you." He declared. He broke off the embrace and looked up at Razoul. "I knew you had to be a Prince in disguise." He grabbed Razoul's hand and shook it vigorously. "Welcome to the family, my boy." He then turned to Jasmine and said in an aside to her behind his hand. "I knew I could find a suitable Prince for you."
Jasmine chuckled and took Razoul's hand in hers. "I think we found each other." She told her father.
However, he was no longer listening. "These carpets." He cried out. "Can I ride one?"
The small two foot carpet immediately slipped under him and bore him off shrieking his happiness to the skies. Genie watched them go and shook his head. "Looks like a match made in heaven." However, Jasmine and Razoul were no longer listening as each one's senses only beheld the one they loved. Genie shrugged. "I can see three's a crowd." He said and left them to their happiness.