One particularly warm night in the palace, Genie was roaming the halls. Awakened by an uncommon occurrence for genies -a nightmare. In his dream, Genie had heard princess Jasmine sobbing and crying out for help. However, he could not figure out which direction her pleas were coming from. It was as if he had been in a maze that had no end.
Then, a sinister shadow had appeared, mocking Genie with an evil laugh. He remembered it had spoken to him "Without your power, you are WEAK, little Genie. But I remain as strong as the day I left." Laughter arose then from the evil force once again and Genie had sunk to the floor. The awful shadow then put Genie in a steel cage and began prodding him with a torch. "I'm coming back for you," it told him, "and this time I will get everything I want!" With those last few words, the darkness dispelled and Genie found himself wide awake with the strangest urge to protect his friends with his very once of strength and courage. This had been a disturbing dream, but it had been just a dream, hadn t it?
"Come on, Gene," he said aloud to himself. "You ve just been reading too many spooky stories before bed again." 'Gotta keep Iago away from the lamp at night too,' he thought with a chuckle, 'the sight of him in the middle of the night is enough to give anyone nightmares.' He hurried on to the kitchen for a glass of water, downed it and scampered off to bed.
When Genie got back to his lamp, he saw that Carpet had curled up next to it and had stolen a pillow from inside. Genie didn t mind-he had a few to spare. Iago was there too in his cage, door open of course. He didn't like being trapped but was very fond of resting on the cute little perch. As Genie settled into the lamp once more, thoughts of his dream returned to him. "Why did I dream that?" He wondered aloud. But he soon dozed off again without another care. The parrot stirred in his sleep.
The parrot stirred in his sleep. I'm one of the good guys now Jaf-- the bird woke suddenly with a start. "Alright," He said loudly. "Who woke me up? Never wake me up when I m trying to," he paused and looked at Carpet, then at the lamp. "Since when does a rug need a pillow?" he demanded to know. When he didn t get a reply, he kicked the lamp, but just ended up stubbing his foot.
"I gotta find some peace an quiet." he muttered and flew off. A few minutes later, he flew by a spot in the wall that he d forgotten was even there. I wonder why nobody ever found this place. he said thoughtfully. "My stuff's probably still in here it wouldn't hurt to take a look around." And with that, he pressed the secret switch and went in.
Jafar's secret lab was exactly as he remembered it. His stuff was disorderly, but it was still there. And Iago wasn t exactly known for his neatness. "Hey, here's my old bed," he said to himself because there was no one around. "And I remember this. Here's my old knife set and all Jafar's old spell books and..." the sound of a huge crash rang loudly in his ears. "What's this," he wondered as he overlooked vials sitting on a table. Great, he had spilled something. 'Who cares,' he thought, 'the stuff's old. It won't work anymore.' He flew back to the birdy bed and slept all night.
A dark man was entering an old tavern at the edge of town. "Hello, what can we get for you tonight?" asked the bartender.
The man looked up. "Whiskey." He said simply. The bartender hurried to fetch his drink. Jafar surveyed the room. Not much had changed. But it would. And soon. Agrabah would become the place it should have been years ago!
"Here you go." The bartender said cheerfully as he handed Jafar the drink. "I'll be over here if you need anything else." He turned to leave.
"Actually," Jafar said before he left, "I will require a room."
"Of course sir. The rooms are across the road. The cost is 2 gold coins per night." He hurried to tend to the other customers.
'Tonight,' Jafar thought, 'will be the beginning of my sweet revenge!'