Okay so I chose Marty for Jafar because he's sleezey and deciteful and I need some human male for this role so bear with me people.
"Good evening to you all." A peddlar named Jamie said. "Welcome to India a place of mystery, of enchantment, and the finest merchandise in all the world! Come on down!"
He set up a stand with lots of trinkets and bobbles.
"Here we have handmade baskets and bags, we also have fine beads, pots and pans. Interested?...No? Well then perhaps you'd be in this." He pulled a large a purple gem from his sleeve. "Do not be fooled by it's appearance there's more to this gem are than meets the eye. It changed the life of a young man. Would you like to hear the story? It begins on a dark night where a dark man waits with a dark purpose."
In India there were immortal creatures who came from gemstones and could take on different forms. Some were very powerful, others not so much one gem in particular had the power to grant three wishes. A human vizier called Marty wanted to use this gem to overthrow the Maharajah and rule India. He stole one gem called Peridot that he thought had the power but she told him the one he wanted was called the Amethyst and it was hidden in the Cave of Wonders. It took him awhile but he managed to find a thief who could lead him to the cave. They met in the desert at night.
"You're late." An irrated pale man said.
"A thousand apologies oh patient one." The thief said sarcastically. "But I had to slit a few throats to get this."
He held up two halves of a golden beetle. Marty reached for it but thief quickly pulled it away looking smug.
"The treasure?"
Then a green parrot snatched the gold pieces and dropped them into Marty's hand before pearching onto Marty's shoulder.
"You'll have your reward." He said.
Marty put the pieces together causing the gold beetle to take off flying into the wind then landed in the sand. The sand rose and took the form of a tiger head.
"Now get me the Amethyst!" He ordered the thief. "The rest of the treasure is yours but the Amethyst is mine!"
The thief made his way toward the entrance but the cave spoke.
"Only one may enter and that is he who is worthy from within, a quartz in the rough."
The thief took a deep breath and nervously entered the cave. But as soon as he took his first step the cave collapsed, trapping the thief inside and it's last words being: "Seek the quartz in the rough."
"Well there goes another one. At least this one didn't have his organs ripped out by an angry mob." The parrot squawked before taking the form of a green humanoid and going to pick up the beetle pieces. "How many thieves do we have to go through?! Face it! We're never gonna get that stupid gem!"
"Patience Peridot. Patience, that scum was obviously less than worthy." Marty said. "If we're going to get that gem we must find this quartz in the rough."
"And how exactly are we going to do that?"
"We must return to the palace. Peridot change back into a parrot."
"Do I have to? The Maharajah always shoves crackers down my throat."
"Peridot." He warned.
"Alright." She groaned.
Peridot turned back into a parrot, flew back on to his shoulder, and they returned to palace to find out who this Quartz in the rough was.