Up the wall
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Summary: Iago muses. Oneshot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Aladdin. Piece of genius that isn't mine, I'm afraid.
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What is it with the palace walls? Are they out to get me or what?
I mean, normally they're fine. In fact, some of them look quite nice. Not that I'll tell Jafar that. He'd get rid of me for sure- and I want to stay here. Even if only to stuff cookies down the throat of that fat, insensitive little…
Ahem.
These past few days, though. They've been driving me up the wall, if you'll excuse the pun. I'm actually starting to lose count of the number of times I've crashed into one, or been caught between two. Not a pleasant experience either way. At least I could breathe when I fell down Jafar's staff. That was more the indignity of the thing. I mean, even if that Ali guy isn't what he says he is, I still fell down in front of him, the Sultan and Jafar. Though I doubt His Royal Obeseness was looking- swooping like a madman around the throne room. Actually, scratch that. He definitely wasn't looking. The only time he deems me, a mere mortal animal, worthy of his gaze is when he's aiming one of those disgusting crackers at my throat by way of my mouth. Stupid fat git that he is.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Walls. Those great big stone things. Make up most of the palace. I like the palace…
Flip. Think I've gone nuts. Yep, totally cracked. My brain… my beautiful brain! It used to work! Then the walls started having other ideas. Or was it the crackers? I just can't decide.
Gack! Here comes Mr. Obese. And… yikes! I've been spotted! Must flyyyyy... mmphm! Mmmmphy mmphy mmph!
Bleah. Thought he'd never go. Stupid darn crackers. And calls. Or was it wrackers? Aaand there I go again. I need to find Jafar. Fast.