Jafar Works In The Tiki Room
"Oh! Mi amigos! My days here are getting shorter and shorter," Jose said one afternoon in Walt Disney's Enchanted Tiki Room.
"What do you mean?" Pierre asked in all his Frenchness.
"It means I'm not getting any younger, you twit. I want a vacation! And before I die or become replaced by a Pixar attraction! I want one right now actually!"
He flew over to the phone that Cast Members used in case of emergencies, and began dialing.
"Who ach you calling?" Fritz asked.
"A good friend of mine to take my place for a week," Jose said, "Don't worry, he'll fit right in here."
The next morning, Jafar showed up at the Tiki Room. The other birds looked at each other nervously.
"Now, I know a few of you may be apprehensive about working with me," Jafar said, in all of his smarminess, "but don't worry. I think I'll do just fine in here."
Soon the Tiki Room opened, and the first show began. Jafar, sitting on Jose's perch like it was a swing, began to speak.
"Ohhh! My evil trances are getting shorter and shorter. Oh, look at all the infidels! And welcome to Walt Disney's Enchanted Tiki Room, starring ME! A-HA, HA HA HA HA! Hey Michael, you feathered dunce! Wake up!"
Michael paused for a second, before going on with his lines.
"Er…what darlin' people I have sittin' under me. Pierre you rascal you, let's put on the show."
"Mon ami I am always ready as you say to put on the show."
"INSOLENT LITTLE FOOLS!" Jafar suddenly interrupted, "YOU HAVE ALL FALLEN INTO MY TIKI TRAP OF DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" And with that, he rocketed everyone in the audience to the ends of the earth.
"Well, that was fun," Jafar said, as the other birds gawked at him, "What time is the next show?"
Needless to say, the rest of the day pretty much went on like that.
That night, while everyone was sleeping, Fritz called Jose. He was, ironically, at the Canary Islands.
"Jose, you've got to come back! Jafar is terrible! He kept sending audiences to the ends of the earth!"
"Really? That doesn't sound like the Jafar I know."
"Seriously! He's insane!"
"Nah…you must be talking about someone else."
And with that, he hung up.
Fritz sighed, and turned around to see Jafar had woken up, and was now listening to his conversation.
"Ach! Mein Goodness!" He yelped, but it was too late. Jafar aimed his staff at the bird, and a split second later, all that remained was a feather or two. Jafar cackled evilly, and loudly.
The other birds were still fast asleep.
Finally, the week was up. Jose returned from vacation, and thanked Jafar for helping out.
"By the way, what happened to Fritz?" Jose asked, looking around.
"He's…um…with Rosita!" Jafar said brightly.
"Lucky," Jose grumbled.