Aladdin and the King of Thieves Page #2

Forty.

Where is it?

Ah, at last.

- Can I see your invitation?|- Stay out of my way, boy,

and you won't get hurt!

Fool! You don't stand a chance|against the King of Thieves!

When I get up, I'll bow to you!

Mmm. Huh? Ohh!

That was for ruining my wedding.

Huh? Aah!

I guess there's really|no point to this now.

Freeze, sandbags!|Don't make me use the other end!

Mama always said,|"Magic is as magic does."

Cassim said nothing about|facing the powers of a genie.

Get the others out of here.|We'll leave the "king" to his plans.

Where's the King of Thieves?

I'll see you again, boy.

Ooh! This is not my fault.

This was not built to code.

Good luck gettin' back|the catering deposit.

- Oh, my!|- Fear not, O father of the bride.

- We can rebuild!|- Oh, please do.

We can't have a wedding|without a pavilion.

All right, a wedding pavilion|it is, my man.

Hey, I wanna see some resums|on these guys.

And don't let the one with|the beak near any power tool.

Uh, yes, yes, Genie,|whatever it takes.

I am sorry about|all this, Jasmine.

Daughter?

What were they after, the gifts?

Not all the gifts. This is what|the King of Thieves wanted.

With all the other great stuff,|why go for this thing?

Your question is mine to answer.

The King of Thieves sought my sight|to find the ultimate treasure.

- Did someone say "treasure"?|- Genie?

Oh, it looks like an oracle.

I see all that has been|and all that will be.

Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Definitely an|oracle. Tells the future. Uh-oh.

Girlfriend,|where were you registered?

Okay, you know all,|so tell all.

Where is the treasure?|You know, the ultimate one?

I am bound by the rule of one.|One question, one answer.

I only want one answer!

Where is the ultimate treasure?

You have already asked|your one question.

You mean before?|Oh, that wasn't a question.|That was, uh, thinkin' out loud.

Very loud.

Aladdin, we could learn anything|about our lives, our future.

You have but to ask.

I know what my future is.|My future is you.

But my past is a blank.

My mother died when I was just a kid,|and I never even knew my father.

I have no idea|where I come from.

Your question is your choice,|but remember the rule of one.|Choose carefully.

Oh, sure, she warns him about|the one question thing. Hey!

I don't think you can help me.|My past isn't just one question;|it's a million questions.

Ah, but mere questions about your past|can be answered by your father.

My father?

My father is alive?

Abu? Where's Aladdin?

How long has he been up there?

Aladdin?

Are you all right?

- What's wrong?|- I always wanted to know|about my father,

but just now I'm not so sure.

What kind of man leaves his son?|Did he even care?

- Maybe I don't want to know.|- Yes, you do.

How can you be so sure?

Because I already know him.

Because I know you.

You showed me the world

When I was all locked up inside

You reached out your hand

And took me on|a magic carpet ride

One look at your smile

And I could see the light

Shining everywhere

People like you|don't come out of thin air

Oh, Jasmine.

You don't understand

There is so much|that you don't see

Just think if you can

What growing up|had to be like for me

Your father's a man

Who taught you who you are

Mine was never there

So how can you say|I don't come out of thin air

There's so much I want to know

You've got the chance to learn

If it means I'd have to go

I'll be right here|when you return

- Our wedding can wait|- I love you

- I think it's worth this small delay|- Maybe you're right

And won't it be great

To have your father see|our wedding day

- I've waited so long|to learn the truth|- It isn't too late

And now at last|we can finally say

Your father is really there

There's so much|that we might share

And you'll finally learn

- You don't come out of thin air|- Don't come out of thin air

- Have you chosen your question?|- I have.

Then ask.

Where is my father?

Follow the trail|of the Forty Thieves.

Your father is trapped|within their world.

The Forty Thieves? ls he hurt?|How long has he been their prisoner?

I'm sorry. I can only|answer one question.

- It's up to me.|- Take as long as you need.

I'll be back in time|for our wedding. I promise.

I should've stayed|with the genie.

Manual labour beats danger|any day.

Good. The trail's still fresh.

- Hyah! Hyah!|- Hyah!|- There.

Definitely should've|stayed with the genie.

Shh.

Whew. Well, they have|nowhere to go.

- We got 'em trapped.|- We?

They are 40 thieves.

We are you, a rug,|a monkey and me.

- Wait, don't count me.|- They're just standing there.

Open sesame!

Hyah!

- Let's move!|- Oh, oh! Aah!

- Whoa!|- Hang on!

I know, Carpet.|It's incredible. Wha--

How bad is it?

Yeow!

Oh, this is attractive.

Come on.

Hey!

You wanna not hold up traffic?

I wanna get in, get out|and go home.

Actually, I wouldn't mind|skipping right to the "go home."

- We could've had all of|the loot at the wedding,|- Shh!

but we followed the King's plan.

This is what we have to show|for our trouble in Agrabah.

- Nothing!|- Yeah! I agree.

- This oughta be good.|- Sa'luk is truly ticked.

Your time draws|to a close, Cassim.

Cassim? My father.

If you're talking about|spilling my blood, well, I|just don't see that happening.

Then let me open your eyes.

- Huh?|- Run! I've got him.

I'm Aladdin. You're my father!

His father?

I don't know|about your father, boy,

but I'll send you to meet|your other ancestors.

Let him go. The boy is my son.

I gave this dagger|to my wife years ago.

I told her to give it|to our newborn son, Aladdin.

It's true?

Oh, the boy is the son|of the King of Thieves.

You are the King of Thieves?

Like it or not, boy,|we are blood.

Look at you. I thought|I'd never see you again.

Has it been so long?

Blood or mud,|the boy is an intruder,

and we have rules|about intruders.

- Sa'luk is right.|- He knows our secrets.

- I hate intruders.|- Hey, me too.

He has found our secret lair.

He has seen too much.

He must die.

Yes!

- They must all die.|- Die?

He's your son. I'm his friend.

Cast a vote for mercy here!

Yes, Cassim, mercy|would be so like you.

Soft and weak.

- Maybe Sa'luk should be king.|- Maybe Sa'luk should be king.|- Yes, yes, he should be.

- Kill him.|- Huh?

Or the boy could--

Yes, the boy could-- No.

- What? What? Th-The boy could what?|- Speak.

- Nothing. Probably a bad idea.|- Let's hear it!|- No, no, no!

Well, it seems to me that--|Oh, never mind.

- What?|- Oh, no, please!

The boy could face|the challenge.

- Ahh!|- Oh, that's right, the challenge!

That's that. My son|shall face the challenge.

And I shall be the one|to test him.

- Yeah!|- A test, huh? Ah, that's not so bad.

Maybe it'll be multiple choice.

Escape? Not likely.

Our ride home is grounded,

and Al-- well, it's been|nice knowin' him.

- What's going on, Dad?|- Oh, the challenge is simple enough.

Only one man survives.

But you're my son.|You'll be that man.

Knock him dead, kid. Seriously.

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