The prison was situated on where the Indian camp was. Its shape was like a trapezoid with the smaller wall on the far edge of the cliff and the larger wall facing the jungle. Towers were situated at each of the corners with wickedly sharp spikes on the top. Similar spikes were built on the ramparts facing outward. Pointed stakes were placed a few yards from the walls with their points facing toward style. A ten-foot deep trench had been dug up beyond that. All of this Jasmine, Abu could see as they circled over the prison on Carpet.
"That courtyard looks big enough for that pirate ship to land in," said Jasmine more to herself than to her companions. "Maybe that's how they transport prisoners. It doesn't look like there are any measures to stop an aerial landing so let's go down."
Carpet responded by gliding effortlessly down to land on the courtyard. Jasmine noticed each of the doors having two handles: one, a regular door handle and the other in the middle of the door. She approached one to see a small man with a grey short beard, a bright red tunic with yellow buttons, a stocking cap, with a black belt around his pot-bellied waist with a gold buckle, brown tights, and round glasses on his bright red nose.
"Hello," she called out.
The man's eyes went wide when he saw her. "Are-are-are you a, uh uh, quincess, uh, princess?"
"Yes, I am," she answered. "My name is Jasmine. Who are you?"
"Who am I? I'm, I'm, uh, my game is, I mean my name is, Doc. I'm one of the weven, I mean, brethren, I mean eleven-"
"We're the Seven Dwarves," a gruff voice sounded from the cell next to Doc.
"Yes, melon quirks," said Doc happily.
"I'm going to try and get you out," said Jasmine reassuringly.
"I doubt that," said the other prisoner.
Jasmine called to Abu and he revealed the lamp out of thin air. Rubbing it, Jasmine couldn't help but grin at the sight of Genie again. Her smile then changed to a look of confusion as five Genies came out.
"Finally! Some reception!" said teenage girl Genie, who was dressed in a pink shirt, white skirt, long orange hair that fell to her back, and had a cell phone in one hand. "Hi Jeremy!"
"You know if we made a transporter device these trips wouldn't take as long," said one of the boy Genies with an orange and cream striped T-shirt, blue shorts, and spikey red hair.
"Oh, you boys have such an imagination, " said mom Genie.
Teenage Genie leaned close to the boy Genies. "I swear if you build any weird contraption you're going to be sooooooooooooooooooo…"
She stops speaking, realizing that they were all in the prison. Suddenly, in a puff of smoke all the Genies disappeared except for one Genie sitting on a bench in a navy blue prison uniform with matching pants, worn brown shoes, a blue hat, and a white shirt underneath. He had a grey hair with some wrinkles on his face.
"Who are you?" asked Jasmine with a confused look, having not seen this version of Genie.
"My name is Red," answered Genie in a deep tone. "I'm an acquirer of certain objects."
Jasmine smirked at his act and knew how fun it was to play along but right now she needed the Genie to free the prisoners in hopes that Aladdin was amongst them.
"Well, do you acquire the means to free all of these prisoners?"
"I do indeed," and in a series of puffs of smoke, a Genie appeared in front each of the doors. They still wore the same prisoner uniforms but looked much younger with brown hair. Each held a small pickaxe in their hands. With one simultaneous strike of their pickaxes each of the doors had a large hole in the middle of the door.
"Whoops," said the Genie. "Let's try that again."
Another strike on the doors and they crumbled to dust allowing the prisoners to come out. Jasmine could see that the majority were Indians but there were also children, and the prisoners on her side were all little men. Suddenly, she heard a voice that she recognized and made her heart leap. She turned around quickly, her hair flying behind her. She gasped at the sight.
Aladdin stood a little distance away, dressed in his usual beggar's garb with a purple vest on his bare chest, dirty peach pants with patches, and worn slippers with curled points. His hair was black and still as crazy as she remembered and even had that small purple cap. All of his teeth showed in his smile and she answered with her own before running to meet him. He also ran to her and they met in the middle, the ex-prince scooping her up in the air, spinning around before setting her back down. They quickly kissed, Jasmine's arms wrapped around his neck, and his arms were wrapped around her back. Their kiss seemed to last for an eternity before they parted.
"Jasmine," Aladdin breathed out.
"Aladdin," Jasmine answered. "I thought I would never see you again."
Aladdin hugged her close. "It's okay. Everything is all right now that we found each other."
"You would not believe what I had to suffer through," she said, her arms tightening around him.
"It can't have been any worse than what I had to endure," he answered, glancing down at her, his hands feeling her silken hair.
"Well, Jafar-" she began.
"No, you're experience was much worse," he interrupted her quickly. He then pulled her away so that they could face each other. "I promise I will make sure that he will never hurt us or separate us ever again."
"Actually, Aladdin…" begain Jasmine but she was again interrupted when one of the children shouted and pointed to the sky. They all looked up to see the figure of Rumpelstiltskin flying across the jungle and the sparkling light of Tinker Bell at his shoulder. He landed smoothly in the courtyard and looked around to see the crowd's surprised faces.
Jasmine made the first move and took a few steps toward him. "Did you do it?"
Rumpelstiltskin smiled. "Yes, and I did have a little help."
Aladdin spoke up, his eyes slightly creased with suspiciousion. "Who are you?"
"My name is Rumpelstitlsikin," Jasmine and Rumpelstiltskin replied at the same time. They both gave awkward smiles. Rumpelstiltskin quickly spoke to the whole crowd.
"I'm here to save all of you from Captain Hook and his crew. There is just one problem: I didn't expect this many of you. We're going to need some mode of transportation to get all of you out of here." He eyed the Indians and Lost Boys. "Well, except for those who live here of course."
Jasmine gave him a curious look. "I'm sure that the Genie has the power to do that."
Rumpelstiltskin smiled knowingly. "Yes, but where is the fun in that? I have a better idea."
The former prisoners circled around him to hear his plan. They were really good listeners, chuckling at certain parts, and cheering at the end. After answering questions, Rumpelstiltskin told them to immediately get to work but not before Aladdin had walked up the Genie, suspended above his lamp, and freed him.