*Prologue: Introduction*
A old purple raccoon is riding on the camel throughout the desert. The wind is blowing the sand, and the sun behind the raccoon is steaming, but it didn't bother the raccoon. He is a white clothe over his nose and mouth, his eyes face the front.
'Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place,
Where the caravan camels roam.
Where it's flat and immense,
And the heat is intense.
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home.'
The raccoon spotted buildings ahead of him and found a palace behind the town. He returned to his home of the Arabian Nights. He smiled in relief when he entered the gates of the city of Arabia with his camel.
'When the wind's from the east,
And the sun's from the west,
And the sand in the glass is right.
Come on down,
Stop on by,
Hop a carpet and fly,
To another Arabian night.'
"Ahh, it is good to be home at long last." The old raccoon said. "I would be sleeping forever. I am in retirement after all." Then, he frowned when he remembered one thing he had to do first before relaxing. "I completely forgot about the readers who are expecting me to tell the silly tale. I don't have a choice but to tell them a story." He leads his camel to get to the hideout that happens to be a boat.
'Arabian nights,
Like Arabian days,
More often than not,
Are hotter than hot.
In a lot of good ways.'
The raccoon climbed off the camel and tie the leash on the pole outside his hideout where he keeps the treasures he kept years ago when he was a young thief. The old raccoon sets his cane down and threw glitter up with pride. His brown eyes faces the ones who witnessed.
'Arabian nights,
'Neath Arabian moons,
A fool off his guard,
Could fall and fall hard,
Out there on the dune.'
"Ahh. Yes, and good evening, good travelers and readers." The raccoon announced with a smile. "I am Salim Al-Kupar. Now, you here to listen to the story, correct? Excellent." Salim took out a magic lamp. "Now, I was forced to be here to tell you the dark of the night. You know, the very beginning of the story. Before we begin, I must warn you, there will be so many songs, and many silly things, but that is how it goes. Anywho, it begins in the dark night..." Salim says as he pour out the pink sand and threw it above him and everything went black.
The stars are shining above the sky of the desert, but it is not a peaceful night. There is a Cave of Wonders, shaped like a tiger head. A frightened weasel was staring up at the mouth that opened for him. But, he is not alone. A skunk wearing robes and a cobra staff watched him. He is Cyrille Le Paradox.
"You must bring me the magic lamp! Do not touch anything but the lamp, do you understand?" The skunk says with a look in his green eyes. The weasel nodded and slowly took one step of the staircase, but then suddenly, the mouth closes! A scream of the weasel was heard, and the cave sinks down the sand. The skunk shook his head in dismay, not surprised of what just happened.
"Cyrille, that's our third guy to get in the cave, but never made it through." A male parrot says landing on the skunk's shoulder. "Who knows? Only the true thief could make it through the Cave of Wonders."
"Patience, Arpeggio." Cyrille says. "The lamp will be in my hands soon enough. And this time, we will find the true thief who could make it through the cave and get that lamp for us. A Diamond in a Rough. But, who could it be?"