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I wouldn't call that a "parody" of Beauty and the Beast...it's more a sequel. According to ask.com, parody is: "A literary or artistic work that imitates the characteristic style of an author or a work for comic effect or ridicule.

Most of the versions I've seen/read of Beauty and the Beast aren't exactly serious, but I think it would be possible to make a mocking version of it, anyway.

Let me see...the original story is that the prince is arrogant and won't show pity on the witch because she's so ugly, so she turns him into an ugly beast to wait for a beautiful girl to love him in spite of his appearance. This is a reasonably serious concept...trying to teach the guy some humility and compassion...so how about we play with that? How about, instead of locking himself up in his castle to wait for Ms. Beautiful to come along, the Beastly Prince goes out in search for his lady love. He goes to bars, he goes online, he even takes a class at the local Community College, but none of the women take him seriously because they think he's dressed up in some kind of crazy costume. The story would be about all of his attempts to get a woman to pay some attention to him. He would be completely inept, of course, since his arrogance is only one symptom of a bigger personality problem that makes him completely unattractive to women.

That's one possible idea...good luck!

im not sure if anyone still wants to read it but heres the finished one:

Beauty and the Handsome Prince
Long but worth reading...methinks
We all know that after Beauty says she’ll marry the Beast, the Beast magically turns into a handsome Prince. The marriage takes place shortly afterward, in the castle, now known as the Castle of the Rose (named after its rose garden). And they lived happily ever after...right?
As a matter of fact, the answer is no. About three months after the marriage of Beauty and the Beast, or rather Beauty and the Prince, in an old castle not so far away, the Evil Witch who turned the Prince into the Beast found out that the spell she had put on him was broken.
The Evil Witch concocted plan after plan, to get revenge on Beauty and the Prince, each plan never being adequate in fulfilling her happiness.
“Why does he, such an ugly being, get to have true love? I made him into a beast, so he would have an eternity of suffering, now he has broken the spell,” thought the Evil Witch.
At that moment, the greatest plan of all arose in her head.
“What if...I go and find this Beauty girl and turn her into the beast? I can put an unbreakable spell on her, where the only thing that will break it is a simple kiss. The Prince wouldn’t want to kiss beast, would he? Even I wouldn’t want to,” the Evil Witch thought aloud. “Yes, yes, that’s what I shall do!”
And so, her journey began, from her old castle home to the Castle of the Rose. After three days and three nights, she finally arrived. Having planned on living in the nearby woods, she silently walked in, creeping left of the rising Sun.
“I will wait until she comes out of the castle alone and I will put the spell on her then,” she contemplated.
After three hours of wait, Beauty finally came out, holding a basket and wearing a red hood. She walked into the woods, talking to herself.
“Father will be so very happy! These apples are deli-“
“I’ve got you now!” croaked the Evil Witch. “I’ve finally got you! You will give me my happiness!”
And with a swoosh of her gnarly hands, Beauty turned into a beast. The Evil Witch disappeared out of sight, never to be seen again.
"Oh, no!!! That must have been the Evil Witch that turned the Prince into a beast. Now the same thing has happen to me. Maybe if I tell him to marry me it will work…" thought Beauty.
She went to the rose garden, where she knew the Prince would be, watering the precious roses. As she walked into the garden though, he didn’t even look up.
"Prince, dear!" said Beauty.
"Yes?" he replied, not looking up from the rose he was carefully touching.
"Prince, I have a problem, you must help me!" cried Beauty.
Sounding slightly irritated, the Prince responded, "What is it, honey?" still looking at the same rose.
"Prince, dear the Evil Witch came-"
But before she could finish, the Prince looked up. Staring into her eyes, he yelled, "Who are you? What are you? How'd you get in here, you vile beast? I shall-" He started drawing his sword.
"I am Beauty! When I was walking to Fathers' cottage, through the woods, this witch came out at put a spell on me. I believe it was the same one that put a spell on you!"
"Oh, Beauty! How could this happen to you?" whispered the Prince.
"Actually, it did," she muttered.
"I will find a way to change you back," the Prince promised, "Just wait here, and I'll find the Evil Witch that turned you into this thing!"
And with that, he walked out of the garden and into the woods. Soon enough, he reached a fork in the path. Without thinking, he went through the middle road. He walked up to a peculiar looking house, which smelled of gingerbread.
He knocked on the brown door, yelling, "Is anyone home? I need to find the Evil Witch that turned my wife into a beast!"
Within seconds, an old woman opened the door.
Speaking in a very nasty tone, the woman sneered, "What do you want?"
"I'm looking for an Evil Witch and I was hoping that she would be found here. Have you, by any chance, seen her?"
"I haven't, but it would be lovely to have you for dinner," the old woman smirked.
The Prince, having been told not to trust old women that asked you for dinner, replied, "Um, no thanks. I must be on my way."
He ran as quickly as his feet could carry him, away from the nasty cries from the woman.
He reached the same fork again, but this time, going right. "This should be the right way," he said, thoughtfully to himself.
Again, he reached an old cottage, which looked as if it was built many, many years ago.
He knocked on the brown door, yelling, "Is anyone home? I need to find the Evil Witch that turned my wife into a beast!"
About a minute later, another old woman answered the door.
"How can I help you?" she said in a deep and low voice.
"I'm looking for an Evil Witch and I was hoping that she would be found here. Have you, by any chance, seen her?"
"No, but would you like to eat an apple?" the woman said, holding up a green circular object.
The Prince, having been told not to trust old women that gave people green circular objects, referred to as apples, replied, "Um, no thanks. I must be on my way."
He ran, again, as quickly as his feet could carry him, away from the nagging cries from the old woman.
He ran to the same fork again, this time turning left. "If the last two weren't correct, this one must be," he said, caringly.
This time, though, instead of reaching a shelter of any kind, he saw a large boulder-like rock.
He knocked on the brown door, yelling, "Is anyone home? I need to find the Evil Witch that turned my wife into a beast!"
About three minutes of waiting, the door finally, unlocked, revealing yet another old woman.
"Yes?" the woman asked, drowsily.
The Prince immediately recognized the woman as the Evil Witch drew out his sword and held it against the witches' neck.
"Tell me! How do I change Beauty back into a human?" hollered the Prince.
"I don’t know what you're talking about…ah, yes, you must be the Prince. You've grown quite nicely in three months," rambled the Evil Witch
"Don’t try to change the subject, you witch? Tell me how to change her back, or I will," he shouted, as he held his sword closer to the Evil Witch’s skin.
"Don’t be ridiculous. What made you think that I will easily give you the-"
The Prince pushed so hard, the woman started bleeding a strange color liquid.
"Okay, okay, don’t have to be so pushy," the Evil Witch complained, "A simple kiss would have done it." She sighed loudly.
"Thank you, I shall let you go this time, but if it ever happens again…" he started, raising his sword, "You won't be let go this easy." And he pushed her onto the dirt beside them.
The Prince hurriedly ran back to the Rose Castle and went into the garden, where Beauty sat, crying as hard as ever.
She looked up. "You weren't able to find her, were you? Now I'm stuck this way forever," she sobbed loudly.
The Prince took her by the hand, helping her stand up.
"I have found the witch and the way in which you will be saved," the Prince happily whispered.
He kissed her on the cheek, or what was supposed to be her cheek. It didn’t work.
"It's not going to work!" cried Beauty.
He kissed her on the other cheek. It didn’t work.
"See? I'm going to be a monster forever!"
He kissed her fully on the lips and with a poof; Beauty was in the Prince’s arms.
"You did it! You did it! You really found the cure!!!" she sniffled, pulling her hands around the Prince tighter.
And they lived happily ever after...
Or do they?