Somewhere else in the Arabian desert, Movers Uniqua and Pablo were sleeping under some umbrellas in their beach chairs, behind their movers truck. They were dressed in their turquoise mover uniforms as they snored under the hot sun.
Uniqua's cell phone began to ring. After several rings, Uniqua and Pablo woke up from their naps. "Huh?" "Huh?" they both said, snapping awake.
"It's the phone! Maybe we got our first job." said Uniqua.
"You think?" asked Pablo hopefully.
Uniqua quickly picked up the phone. "Movers of Arabia. We move Arabian things." said Uniqua, saying their company's slogan. Pablo could only hear a muffled voice on the other end as Uniqua answered the phone call. "Mm-hm, uh-huh. Yes Your Majesty, we'll be right there." said Uniqua, hanging up. Pablo almost jumped back at the words 'Your Majesty'.
"It was the Sultan!" said Mover Uniqua, excitedly.
Pablo gasped. "The Sultan?! What did he want?"
"He wants us, to move all his stuff, into his new palace."
"You mean...?"
"WE GOT OUR FIRST JOB!!!" they both yelled, jumping up and down on the spot.
"Yes!" "Oh, yeah!" "We got our first job!" "Yippie! Whoo-hoo!" "Oh, yeah! We got our first job!" they screamed, jumping up and down and dancing.
"Come on, Pablo. We better get a move on." said Uniqua, running to the truck.
"Wow, finally, we get to do what we've always dreamed of : Move stuff..." said Pablo dreamily, with his hands clasped together. Uniqua honked the truck's horn to break Pablo out of his daydreaming.
He quickly climbed into the truck (and put his seat belt on) beside Uniqua. She started the truck. Its mechanical wind-up gears clanked and made a 'vroom, vroom' sound as they drove off.