Author's note: If you want to see the extended parts that were never shown in the original episode, just skip to chapters 6, 7, 8, and 10.

Movers of Arabia.

This story starts in the middle of a wide, sandy desert. Far, far in the distance, a large palace can be seen.

Tyrone, wearing a turban hat and fancy Arabian clothes, rides into view. Suddenly, he stops to give his horse a rest, and to check his pack. Tyrone began rummaging through his bag.

"Ah, let's see. Flying carpet...check. Magic harp...check. Golden eggs...check,check,check." He looks up.

"Oh, hello there." He said, waving. "I am Sultan Tyrone. A sultan is kind of like a king. And I rule Arabia, a magical kingdom from long ago. Because I'm Sultan Tyrone of Arabia, I have a lot of Arabian things." said Sultan Tyrone as he climbs off his horse. "And a great thing about my things is..." He stopped mid-sentence and looked around to see if anyone else could be listening. The coast was clear. "...They are all magic." Tyrone begins to sing and dance.

I am the Sultan, the Arabian Sultan, I'm the only Sultan in the neighborhood.
I am the Sultan, the good, good Sultan, It's good to be the Sultan 'cause the Sultan's good.
(tempo increases)
Yup, I'm the Sultan and I'm proud of that, I'm kinda like a king but with a different hat.
I rule Arabia, a little sandy wonder, and I keep the best stuff hidden down under.
In a cave full of magical Arabian treasure, magical things for my royal pleasure.
I count them, I play with them, I share them, too, but my cave is so full I don't know what to do!
(tempo decreases)
Yes, I am the Sultan, the Arabian Sultan, I own as much treasure as anyone could.
Yes, I am the Sultan, the good, good Sultan, It's good to be the Sultan 'cause the Sultan's good...

"All my things are in my magic cave in the desert, and I need to move them into my palace. So I better get going..." Tyrone climbed back up onto his horse. "To Arabia, a magical land... filled with palm trees, sand, and magic caves."

Sultan Tyrone rode up a ramp made of stone to a rocky cliff. He jumped off his horse again and walked up to the cliff's wall. "Ah, my magic cave. Now I just have to open the door. And the magic word is...shazam!" he shouted, pointing dramatically at the wall.

Nothing happened. "Hmm. That's not it." said Tyrone, a little annoyed. "Kablam!" Nothing happened. "Wazam!" Still nothing. "Tanabeetam!" he yelled, waving his arms around, flustered.

Nothing. Tyrone pondered for a moment. "Hmm...I remember!" he shouted out suddenly. "Alakazam!" A giant part or the wall slowly lifted up, revealing the entrance to a hidden cave. Tyrone stepped in, looking around at all of the golden treasure.

"I think I'm gonna need some help moving all this stuff." he said to himself. "I need movers. I better look in the phone book." he said as an old thick book magically floated to him and opened up.

Sultan Tyrone read through the pages. "Aha!" he said, clapping his hands together. "Here we go. 'The Movers of Arabia'. They sound like the right people for the job."

The book closed itself as Tyrone took out his gold cell phone and pressed the keypad's jeweled buttons, making them beep each time he pressed them. He held it to his ear, listening to the line ringing.


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