Abis Mal looked around at his surroundings in the Cave of Wonders and his eyes grew rounder by the second. "You're so full of prettys."

"Touch nothing while you're in here." The rumbling voice of the Guardian informed him.

"Touch nothing?" He looked down at his feet. "Can I touch the floor?"

"What?"

"Can I touch the floor?"

"Yes, you may touch the floor, but touch nothing else."

"What about the air? Can I touch that?"

There was a long pause. "Yes, you may touch the air. Do you have any other questions?"

"Yes. If I get thirsty can I touch the water? And I am getting thirsty." He pointed towards a small stream of water seeping from one of the walls.

There was a longer pause this time. "You may touch the water."

"Oh goody." He looked at the small stream. "I'll need a cup to catch it in as it's too slow. May I touch one of the cups?"

This time there was a really long pause and then a pop and a crackle. The Guardian could be heard arguing with itself. "He cannot touch the cup!" One voice declared.

Another said in reply. "If he can't touch the cup then how is he to drink? He has not condemned himself by his actions so we cannot allow harm to come to him and dying of thirst is to cause harm where it is not warranted."

The first voice said wearily. "Agreed. He may touch the cup." There were several snaps and more pops.

"Pardon me." Abis Mal interjected.

"Yes?" The first voice said cautiously.

Abis Mal was fidgeting. "I really have to go. Can I touch the TP and the floor with my…?"

"AGGHH!" The first voice screamed. "ERROR! ERROR! PROGRAMMING CONFLICT. ERROR! ERROR!" There was an echoing crash overhead and the lights flickered and almost went out.

There was a long silence in which a pin could've been heard to fall if Abis Mal had dropped one. Finally, the second voice said. "You may touch whatever you want except the lamp."

Abis Mal nodded. "Oh, goody. Now where is the bathroom? Also the kitchen and the food? I'm hungry." He rubbed his hands together.

"Bathroom? Kitchen? Food? Here we go again." The second voice complained. "Master, where are you when I need you?"

"Then there is the matter of a bed and sheets and blanket and." Tears came to his eyes. "I want my teddy bear." He wiped his eyes. "And I always get a bedtime story. Will you tell me one?"

The lights dimmed and sputtered as something howled like its brakes had failed. Jafar would've sympathized with it.