genie-ofthelamp:

Genie made his way down the stairs of the large palace. Well, more like glided. He may have been set free, and boy was he grateful he was, he still had that phenomenal cosmic power he was known for. Now he was able to use it just as he pleased. He reached the bottom, smacking the turban off one of the Palace guard’s head as he walked through the huge entrance. “Whasss happenin’ Rasoul?” The guard adjusted his turban back onto his head and grimaced at the big blue mass standing before him. “You. Have. A. Letter.” He gritted his teeth in annoyance. Because of his attitude, Genie like to give him a hard time most of all. “You know I take my letters with my coffee Chives.” He chided back and held his hand out for the guard to hand him the brown parchment, that smelled of tortilla chips and wool. “See ya Rasoul.” He made his way to the courtyard and sat down beside the fountain, mulling over the words scrawled onto the paper. “Royal invitation from Emperor Kuzco…Hmmm…” Genie read the words over again. He wasn’t a stranger to being invited ‘royally’ since he lived…well, with the royal family of Agrabah, he too got invited to special banquets and parties, but this seemed a bit different. 

Genie snapped the parchment away and it disappeared into thin air. He was curious as to what it could be, and why Jasmine and Aladdin weren’t going, but he shrugged it off, and snapped, disappearing from the lush courtyard and materializing in front of another large palace. The air smelled of llamas and warm food. He grabbed the long rope that hung above the palace door, and practically swinging from it, pulled it down to initiate a loud ringing, and waited until the large wooden doors swung open before him.

Kuzco had been moping about in his bedroom for days on end. He wanted to make this party better than his last but after he had fired his royal party planner last time one hadn’t been hired. He was in desperate need of a planner since his big bash was coming up and being the emperor and all he had the resources. He had scavenged his kingdom in order for the right party planner but just like the many girls the matchmaker had brought, none seemed to suit his standards.

“I NEED A BUBBLE BATH” he called out into the air as he headed towards his bathroom. As he entered his bathroom, just as he suspected, there stood a fresh bath with bubbles and what appeared to be his favourite drink. With a slight huff he shed his robe and slid into the water. Sitting in thought he recalled one party he had gone to that was put together particularly well though he couldn’t recall a name. “PAGE,” he called as a stubby man ran into the room. “That party I went to, you know the one with the face and the girl… remember that one?” The page simply shook his head. “The one with the baby…” the page remembered the couple and nodded his head. “Yes, I need their party planner. I don’t like to borrow others but I need the best party for all the hottie hot hotties.” “Right away sir,” the stubby man said running off.

Kuzco continued to soak in the bath as he heard a chime ring through the palace and figured it must be the party planner. Jumping out of the tub he dried himself off and had one of the servants dress him as he began to bounce to the throne room. “Party, party party! Party, party, party!” he sang to himself as he seated himself in his chair and awaited for the planner to be shown in.

if-my-heart-keeps-singing:

My, that’s quite an interesting name! Pleased to meet you, Kuzco!

End up… where?

Well talking to me of course! I mean because, you know, the whole earth revolves around me.

Ladies and gents, gents and ladies, I require your assistance. I need to know when you guys are available for a ‘welcome back shindig’ hosted by yours truly, Kuzco. But in all seriousness, I really do need to know when you are available. Just leave a date, perhaps a day of the week, anything really to help me out and I’ll have a poll of some sort to help narrow it down. Sound good?

if-my-heart-keeps-singing:

le-boom-baby:

if-my-heart-keeps-singing:

Oh, it’s so lovely to be back! How has everyone been?

Well hello there hottie hot hottie. How are you?

Uhm… I’m lovely, thank you. I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Princess Aurora /curtsies/

What is your name?

Emperor Kuzco, but just Kuzco to you. How did a hottie like you end up here?

if-my-heart-keeps-singing:

Oh, it’s so lovely to be back! How has everyone been?

Well hello there hottie hot hottie. How are you?

peterofneverland asked: It is too a sun! You're kinda weird looking. So are you a king or something?

King? Kings are below me, I am a Emporer. And I am not funny looking! I mean look at yourself!

Kuzco entered the throne room, one of his favorite spots in the kingdom. He sighed, he was finally home. After being turned into a llama, going on an adventure in the jungle, and almost being killed by his royal advisor, he was sure happy to see something was still okay. He rushed to his throne, sitting down. He wiggled, getting comfortable in the cushion. He stood up and beat on the cushion, trying to get it to the right firmness that he wanted. After punching the pillow a few times, he sat down once more, still unsatisfied. “Where is the royal pillow fluffer?” Kuzco shouted to the empty room.

A lone man entered into the room. “You beckoned your majesty?”

“Yes, I need my pillow fluffed,” Kuzco said standing to let the man do his job. The man messaged his pillow a few times then ushered Kuzco to sit on it.

“Is that fine, your majesty?” Kuzco wiggled down as he had done before.

“Yes, much better.” The man stood there. “Can I help you with anything?” Kuzco said a little annoyed.

“Would you like anything else, your majesty?” Kuzco thought about it.

“Nah, I’m fine,” he said ushering out the man with his hand. The man exited the room, leaving Kuzco alone in the room once more. Kuzco closed his eyes. He rubbed his hands back and forth on the armrests. “It’s good to be back thrownie,” he said with a sigh.

peterofneverland asked: Why do you have a sun on your head? *laughs*

IT’S NOT A SUN! IT’S A HAT!