Chapter Two

The House of Mouse

Goofy was supposed to bring me my drink an hour ago, I'm not mad, I actually expect it from someone like Goofy, but the least the management could do was send someone over to explain the situation.

I glared over at Jafar to my left, I could still feel his eyes burning inside me, I tried not to look at his staff, but I couldn't help myself-it was mind blowing how he could do it. He didn't even have to look at you to know what you were feeling, I guess he was having a hard time trying to break me for his smile turned into a frown and continued going down.

"Sir?" a voice said behind me, I turned around to answer it, it was Goofy, holding my drink, "Thanks Goofy" I said, trying my best not to get angry, "What took you so long?" Goofy sighed at bit, "Things have been kina slow since we're short workers" I nodded in understanding and pulled out ten dollars of American money, "Take it. For your trouble" Goofy bowed and walked away.

To my right sat the Genie, the only person in the room who knew about my promise to watch over Aladdin. I made him swore absolute secrecy, I didn't want anyone finding out, mostly because of if Aladdin found out, he would have his guards roast him alive for lying to him his entire life. But I wouldn't blame him if he did, after all I'd be mad too if I knew that my father was alive ten years before I found out he was alive to begin with, thinking he was dead.

"Hey Al" Genie said from across the way, "What do you think about that?" he pointed in my direction, Aladdin was sitting across from him also looked my way, "It's just Iago" he exclaimed, "But he's sitting alone" Genie added, "Maybe he wants to be alone" Aladdin continued, "Did you ever think of that Genie?" Genie slumped his shoulders and turned into, ironically Robin Williams, "Come on" he said hitting Aladdin's shoulder like you would a best friend, "He's our friend right?"Aladdin laughed at this "I wouldn't go that far Genie. I'd say more like acquaintance"

I was somewhat hurt by his words. I had considered Aladdin to be my only friend, especially after everything that we experienced, but maybe I was only fooling myself. Maybe I wanted to believe that I was capable of friendship just to amuse myself and get away from Jafar, but deep down, I didn't want to believe it. I needed friends more than anything, it's the only reason that I'm still alive actually, but enough about wallowing in self pity.

The mouse was back on stage, he was saying something about time for the musical act. "Welcome to the stage, everyone's favorite band from south of the border-The Three Caballeros!" Mickey was practically yelling the band's introduction, for the music had drowned him out. In less than three seconds, Donald Duck, Jose Carioca and Panchito Pistoles were seen hanging by wire above the stage. Then the worst song I ever heard began, I'm not even going to tell you the lyrics, it's that bad, but all you need to know is that the song is the name of the band.

I will try my best to continue over the charades going on stage, but if the story suddenly ends due to my death caused by the terribleness of this song then I am deeply sorry and give you a thousand pardons.

"The next day was interesting, but then again every day is interesting in Agrabah... Agh!" Hang on a minute, an apple hit my head. "Alright who threw the apple!" Sorry about the yelling, I'm really mad right now. I'm going to stop talking to you, it's too confusing.

After giving a quick once over of the room and failing to find who threw the apple, I decided to give up looking and turned back towards the audience. There, is this better? I'm narrating my own life as it happens, is it better? Because I can change it if it's not. No, good, cause it was happening wither you gave a response or not.

Before I could begin the story again, the song ended, much to my pleasure, but the noise from the crowd was loud I couldn't continue. It was deafening and so I decided that it would be easier if I went up into the rafters.

The rafters of the House of Mouse is the one place for people like me to relax. Actually there's an entire club just for us birds there, called Amazon's Rest. Why it's called that I don't know, but I'm not going to argue. It was refugee from the chaos down below. The bartender is one someone who I would technically consider a friend, if he wasn't such a jerk to everyone. The only reason I would consider him such is because he gives me free drinks, alcoholic ones at that and you can't beat free stuff.

I walked over to the bar and ordered the usual, a straight up vodka. After a few drinks I decided that it was time to continue the story.