Disclaimer: I don't own 9 or Aladdin.

Author's note: These are free for anyone to use! I'm being overrun by bunnies, so I'm giving them up for adoption. I'd love to see what can become of these! They're such good ideas, but if I keep a hold of them, they'll never get written. I only have one request: Message me first! I'd love to hear what you're planning on doing and give you ideas!

well, I was going to put a different one up for adoption, and as I was prepareing it, for the first time in four mounths I started getting ideas. I kept telling it, "no, no, no nononono! I'm not keeping you!" ...I'm keeping it. It was my very first idea for a story, after all. I'm a bit atached to it, specaly now that I finealy have ideas for it. I might put the ideas up behind it though...because its one of those "what if's" that could go 20 different ways, but i'm not putting a chapter up for it.

So this is going out in its place, since it has a higher chance of never being finished. Note that while this one is a parody, I added a bit more of a twist on it. I don't want it to follow the movie word for word, but to have it stand out.

Bunny 2

An Aladdin parody: Stitchpunk style

Cast

9: Aladdin

5: replacing Abu as 9's partner in crime

7: Jasmin

2: replacing the sultan as king

1: replacing Jafar

8: the guard/ replacing Iago

3 and 4: replaceing Rajah as 7's siblings

6: replacing the Genie

* when I say replaceing, I mean they are playing that role, but they're acting like themselves, or the role has been changed to fit them into the story better.

"We meet again, Street rat."

9 smiled coyly at the gigantic doll standing in his way. "Good morning to you too, 8. How about we just skip the intro and get this over with? Even you should have this pattern memorized by now. I need oil to keep from rusting to death, gotta steal to get oil, you have to arrest me for stealing, otherwise, we'd get along."

8 growled and pulled his huge sword from its holster on his back.

"Right…" 9 slipped between 8's legs when he tried to swing his weapon and took off running though the busy streets. He squeezed between two buildings and into a maze of thin, unused paths. He slowed down, amused that today had been so easy.

9 yelp when he was grabbed by the neck from behind and hoisted up. "Got ya!"

Struggling to keep a smirk from his face, 9 asked, "8, why were you chasseing me?"

The bigger doll blinked in confusion. "Because you Stoll oil…"

"But I don't have any oil, see?" 9 unzipped himself to show that he really wasn't carrying anything inside of him. Suddenly there was a loud clank and 8 fell backwards, unconscious.

9 pulled himself free from 8's grasp and smiled up at 5, who was still holding his frying pan defensively, ready to strike.

"One step ahead!" 9 laughed loudly in victory while 5 opened himself up and exchanged the make-shift weapon for the container of oil 9 had slipped to him before 8 had found 9.

"He almost had you today. I'm telling you, 8's getting smarter. One of these days, He's going to figure out there's two of us and the jig will be up."

"Ah, you worry too much." 9 snatched the container from 5 and ran off.

5 gave chase and yelled, "Hey! Half of that is mine!"

9 slowed down to a jog and meandered on the path to show that he was just playing and not trying to run off with the loot.

He suddenly halted. 5 caught up and noticed what he was looking at. A young, dingy doll shifted though the garbage. 5 and 9 shared a look, and 9 sighed in defeat and gave 5 the oil back.

5 approached the little doll carefully and handed him the bottle, "Here, little one, you need this more than us." When the doll hesitated, he smiled and shook the container, "Come on, it's all yours."

The little doll shyly took the offered oil and ran off with a big smile on his face.

5 and 9 laughed, and leapt over a low wall. "Time for round two," announced 9 joyfully. They landed on the main road of the market, where quite a ruckus was going on, giving them the perfect chance to sneak off with another jug of oil.

"Looks like another suitor for the princess," Mentioned 5 as 9 snuck a bottle off a stand and slipped it passed his zipper.

"From what I've heard, she must be impressive." 9 tried to look through the crowd to get a glimpse of the new doll trying to win over princess 7's heart.

"Oh, don't even get started lover boy. Think about it. This bozo is going to be number 70 on the reject list. If a prince isn't good enough for her, what makes you think she'd choose someone like you?"

"Yeah, your right." 9 watched sadly as the gates to the palace closed. "C'mon, let's go home."

5 winced and tried to take his harsh words back. "I'm sorry 9, but…"

9 shruged him off. "I know, okay? Just wish things were different."

5 sighed sadly and looked around the busy market at all the poor souls who hardly had the money to by anything lavish from the stands.

"Who doesn't?"

2, the high ruler of the stitchpunk kingdom looked up in surprise when he heard hollering fallowed by the slamming of the huge main entrance door. "What was that?"

1 slinked in, his face expressionless. "I believe that was 7's latest suitor making a run for his life."

2 groaned and tried to stand while blindly searching for his cane but 1 intercepted him and forced him to sit back down. "Brother, let me handle this. You aren't supposed to be moving about so much."

"No, no 1. She is my creation, not yours and it's about time I've… I talk to her about this. Where is she now?"

1 let 2 up and offered, "I believe I saw her head into the garden."

1 waited until 2 was turned around to let a frown fall on his face.

"I don't get it."

1 rolled his eyes as the guard trudged in, "There isn't much that you can comprehend, 8."

"I thought you're supposed to be finding someone for 7 to marry, but you keep picking people you know she's going to hate."

"8, if 7 doesn't get married before the old bat croaks, who do you think gets the throne?"

"….um…wait, I know this one…the next in line?"

"Which is…?"

8 thought hard for a moment, then looked to 1 for help.

"Me, you fool! I was the first born, it should have been mine from the beginning! But nooo, our creators had to give the crown to my foolish younger brother. But with his sons being too young to rule, and as long as a new prince isn't married into the family, I will finely get to take my birthright back. And once we find that treasure, I will be completely unstoppable. Speaking of which, have you apprehended the boy?"

"Huh?"

"THE boy! The one prophesied in the legend, the diamond in the rough."

"'The street rat?"

"Yes, him."

"…no…"

"Then why are you standing around here? Go!"

"So this is why he rushed out in such a hurry."

King 2 watched in disdain as the two young princes continued to try to shoot each other with paint guns.

7 fondly scooped 3 up into her lap. "Oh, they were just playing daddy," she ruffled his hood and cooed, "Weren't you? You were just playing with that mean snobby prince!"

2 shooed the two princes away, "Go clean up. I need to speak to 7." The old king sat down slowly on the edge of the fountain, trying his best not to show his discomfort in front of his daughter. "7, my dear, you must find someone. With my health declining as badly as it has, I fear what would become of the kingdom if no one suitable is found."

"I hate being forced into this!" 7 snapped, "If I marry, it will be for love."

"We just don't have the time. If it could be any other way my dear, you know I wouldn't do this. Please understand…"

"I can't stand it anymore! 1 is driving me crazy and…I hate seeing you like this." 7 touched 2's arm in concern before jerking away and running back into the palace.

2 sighed and shook his head. He jumped in surprise when paint splattered onto his chest. He shook a finger at 3 and 4 and berated, "May the Scientist forbid you two from ever having daughters of your own!"

The twins exchanged a confused look.

9 sat at the window of the rundown building as night fell upon the kingdom. He whispered to himself, "Street rat…that's the only thing people see. I could be so much more though…"

9 looked over his shoulder at his friend cuddled up on the bed that they shared. "5? Are you still awake?"

5 groaned something incomprehensible and rolled over.

9 turned back and leaned against the windowsill. "One of these day's 5, things are going to change."