A/N: Well, here's de story, written be me, myself, and I. ;)

Also, uhh... yeah this is my personal 'I got so bored any writing might be able to help me right better later' story.


It was a rather nice and quiet day in the great city of Agrabah. The never seen before and probably non-existent birds were chirping, the clouds that are almost never there unless it's night-time were there, those last two things that were said before didn't really make sense, but hey, maybe the writer is high again.

Aladdin woke up, wiping his eyes groggily. "Hey Jasmine, could you go get me something to drink?"

He then opened his eyes and saw that she wasn't there, and that a note had been left at her spot. He decided to read it.

Dearest Aladdin,

You are probably wondering where I am, or you are thirsty and have probably asked me to go get a drink before even realizing I was gone.

'Damn, she's good.'

I have decided to leave the country, to go and attend the funeral of my friend Belle, and take her title as prettiest princess. While I'm gone, I've left you in charge of the entire kingdom. I know that it was never my authority to give someone else power, but let's face it my father is a dumbass. So, if you have any questions, you're on your own. I've taken Genie with me because... uh... I don't know let the author think up an explanation.

Aladdin gave a questioning look at the fourth wall of the room.

Uh, maybe it was because of... ah shit, what could be a good excuse. Let me console with Kegs on this...

...

Ok, maybe Eden was over there, and they wanted to go on another date.

"Really?"

That or maybe... maybe he just felt like traveling with a familiar face, you know how boring Agrabah can be, right?

"Uh, yeah sure I guess."

Good, good. Oh yeah, and we probably shouldn't do this breaking the fourth wall thing too much ok?

"Why?"

Then the fourth wall was destroyed down and reduced to rubble, by a giant T-Rex.

"What the heck!"

Yeah, once the fourth wall is broken, any bizarre shit can happen, so... yeah, let's avoid that. I mean out of context stuff like a T-Rex in the desert could really get annoying.

"True."

Ok, finish the letter would ya?

Aladdin continued to read.

Anyway, blah blah, make sure to keep the place in one piece when I return. Also, even though I don't want you to follow me, I'm going to tell you exactly where I'll be, just so I know you won't follow me. I'm saying this because, I want to break up with you, and this seemed like the easiest and probably most pointless way to do so.

"Darn, she's a tricky one."

Uhh, you're joking right?

"Hm?"

Nothing.

I'll be at the new airport that just opened and only has one plane flying in a bunch of random directions. It's actually right next to our house, they built it overnight. Really quiet, weren't they?

Aladdin then looked through the giant gaping hole that once was a wall that had its own interesting back story we'll never get to and nobody will care about. He immediately saw an airport. Yeah, bet you thought I was gonna put an adjective in front of the airport, but nope. Getting lazy I guess.

Oh for God's Sake, would you just tell a story and stop your stupid mumbling!

Shut the f*ck up Kegs, this is my story, go write your own!

I'm just making sure that this story doesn't turn out to be sh#t!

Hey would you stop putting weird symbols in the middle of curse words, it makes you look like a pansy.

Just shut up, and continue the story!

Fine, fine... dick.

Anyway, Aladdin went and got his stuff. He decided to go after Jasmine.

"I can't believe she wouldn't invite me to a funeral. I make those things! You can't spell funeral without fun!"

Aladdin walked past Iago, Abu, and the tiger whose name I was too lazy to look up.

"Ok, you guys are in charge while I'm gone."

Aladdin left the three in the room. Iago looked around, finding nothing to do.

"So what do you guys want to do?"

The two animals shrugged.

"Oh, Aladdin left, did he?"

The three turned around to see Chaos, the ancient God of Mayhem that looked like someone had spray painted a cat and stapled wings to his back. Hey that kinda rhymed.

SHUT UP!

Fine, let's go back to Aladdin.

He was walking ever so slowly-

Ok, that's it. YOu are not telling this story, alright! You don't just communicate with the characters and-

(Oh holy crap he's so boring.)

-that will get old real fast! And another thing-

(Is he still lecturing? Oh my God, this is torture!)

-I mean, this does look a lot like one of his stories, do you want to be compared to him! How long have you been zoned out!

(Oh crap, he asked a question. How to respond?)

Uh yes, very much so, indeed.

Oh dear lord, I had a feeling this would happen, that's why I bought the red button.

Red button?

Red button.

Those are never good things, are they? They only spread misery or explosions it seems?

Basically true.

Hm. So, I'm going to press it.

Go right ahead.

(One red button press later)

Two men were now standing inside of a decent sized plane, each wearing a stewards outfit.

"What in the hell? Oh so this is what the red button does."

The man had short, black hair, brown eyes, a slight tan, and was a slight build.

"Why is he even going into that, people could just use my profile pick?"

"Wait," said the other man, "who is writing the story now?"

The second man had medium length brown hair, with green eyes, slightly more pale skin than his companion, and even more slight build.

Lustig shrugged, but also grew a confident grin. "Who knows? But hey, at least you can't keep bitching about it."

Kegs sighed. "Did you ever stop to think how we'll get out of here?"

Lusig lost his grin, and now looked crest-fallen. "Didn't quite think of that. But, how about this, let's just get through the story I was going to write, and then after that, we can worry about lesser stuff, like getting back to our reality with all of our loved ones and such and such.

Kegs slapped his forehead. "Right. So how was this story supposed to go?"

Lustig put his hand to his chin, thinking hard. "I don't know, I was just going to write whatever came to my mind."

"WHAT! How are we going to end it then!"

Just then, a young woman wearing blue pants and a blue bra walked in. "Excuse me, is this the plane that goes to the south of France?"

Lustig nodded, and Jasmine went to the bathroom.

Kegs looked to Lustig questionably. "South of France?"

"Yeah, don't you remember, Belle died."

"Exactly how did that happen?"

"Uh, hmm. I guess we'll find out when we arrive there."

Kegs facepalmed yet again.

"This is going to be a long flight."

Lustig put his hand on Kegs shoulder. "Hey, at least it'll only be us, and Jasmine, and eventually Aladdin."

Just then, a bunch of random Disney characters came in, all wanting to go to the south of France. A good amount wanting to go due to the funeral, but some just because they had heard it was a nice vacation spot.

"Boy are they gonna be disappointed, right Kegs? Kegs?"

Kegs was glaring at Lustig. "You'd better take you're hand off of me, or I'll be tempted to rip it off and beat you to death with it."

Lustig calmly removed his hand. "You're being over-dramatic. This won't be so bad."

Kegs punched Lustig in the face, making him fall to the floor.

Lustig got up, rubbing his head. "Oh, hai everybody. How are you?"

Most of the passengers were waiting patiently in their seats. There were about thirty all-together.

"We'll just be waiting for the pilots to get ready, and then we'll be ready to take off."

Kegs walked to the cockpit, and then walked back.

"Uh, who were the pilots supposed to be?"

Lustig went wide-eyed. "You mean, no one is in there?"

"Are you serious? We don't even have pilots!"

"Well I was gong to think some up, but then you had to go and interrupt!"

Aladdin, who had just made it on, walked up to the two.

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt-"

Lustig bitch slapped him, and he fell. Just then Jasmine came out of the latrine, stepping over Aladdin's body without eve noticing he was there.

"Excuse me, which seat was mine again?"

Kegs reluctantly went to show her the seat. As he was doing so, Lustig spotted the red button again.

"Hm, well, there isn't a don not touch warning, so I'm sure no one will get mad."

Lustig pressed the red button, again.


Ah, those stories you write when you're bored and can't write something decent for the life of ya. Anyway, special thanks to the other voice in my head :3

And... if there are any pilots out there, we'd be much obliged. You don't even have to know how to fly a plane, but me and Kegs just don't want to do it! So, anyone? Pwease! Hell, I'll even except people I dislike greatly!