Aladdin and the King of Thieves Page #3

No!

I thought our side won!

- Look, l-- I-l didn't mean--|- Get him!

Take him to the King.

Look, I don't even|know him, okay?

You killed Sa'luk. The code of the Forty|Thieves is very clear on this point.

- You're in.|- Hooray! Hooray!

- Congratulations, bub|- You've joined the club

And everybody here agrees

We got the finest blend|of nearly-honest men

Welcome to the Forty Thieves

A fraternity of thugs|that you can trust

There's nothing up|our 80 sleeves

- Got lots of grub to share|- Pull up an easy chair

Welcome to the Forty Thieves

Now you get to lie and cheat

Never have to brush your teeth

But we always aim to please

- Care for one another|- You'll never miss your mother

Oh, I love you guys.

Schemin' up a scam|out on the lam

Takin' whatever we please

- And if you like to lurk|- You're gonna love this work

Welcome to the Forty Thieves

Welcome to the Forty Thieves

Together we're the perfect team

Larceny is in the genes

Dare to share the family dream

Live a life of leisure|Countin' all your treasure

As an honorary member|of the gang

That no one alive ever leaves

- You gotta snatch and sneak|- Or else your future's bleak

We got a lifetime contract|that you're bound to keep

You wanna save your skin|You'd better fit right in

Well, well, welcome to the--|Well, well, welcome to the--

Forty

Thieves

Boy. And I thought I was blue.

You would know if Aladdin|is in trouble, wouldn't you?

I thought he'd be back by now.

AI will be back.

Listen to Genie, dear.|Genie knows.

You've got to get your mind off|this incessant waiting.

Here's a sure-fire way to cheer|up a bummed-out bride-to-be.

A heaping helping|of matrimonial magic.

Hey, that's-a no good.|What the wedding needs is a theme.

- It needs a groom too, but|let's work with what we have.|- Genie!

It's a joke. I do that.

Okay, let's see. This'll|be the second wedding for both of you.

I'm thinking we need something|a little more simple, a little|more elegant and less grey.

Did it, done it, own it.|I'm gonna throw some colours|at ya-- mauve, teal and salmon.

What do you like besides|the salmon? Okay, Madonna!

Don't keep it. Just put that|in the mix. Wink. Okay.

I see lasers! It's a miracle!

He believes! He believes!

- Thank you very much.|- I don't think so.

Tres gauche, right?

Hmm, maybe you--|you could elope.

No, you "cantaloupe."|But oh, "honeydew"!

I don't know whether to|put it under props or produce.

Please don't squeeze the tyres. They're|not ripe. And how about that gown?

Whether you're dancing with dwarfs|or simply biting the apple,

it says,|"I'm a princess for now."

- Uh, Genie.|- Hey, it's synergy.

The marketing guys are very|excited. It tests really well.

Thank you, Genie.|I'm sure it will be wonderful.

And thanks for cheering me up.

I'm sure Ali Baba and the boy|are on the road to Agrabah right|now. Isn't that right, Bob?

That's right, Bing. How 'bout|this town? ls it wild or what?

It's like one giant sand trap,|and me without my wedgie.

Hey, let's give a big hand|for Brooke Shields.

I find my son|and lose my enemy.

You did your old man proud,|Aladdin.

- I was just trying to stay alive.|- Huh!

If you didn't fight,|you would've been killed.

So says the code|of the Forty Thieves.

Does this code have any rules|that don't end in death?

It's a strict code.

But there is one thing that I added.|We never hurt the innocent.

Uh, for future reference,

I'm as innocent|as the day I was hatched.

Oh, brother!

My men don't even know|about this place.

Listen, boy,|there is a treasure,

the ultimate treasure.

Compared to this, a pharaoh's|tomb is a pauper's grave,

a sultan's fortune|nothing but lunch money.

And I am this close to it.

That's tantalizingly close.

But it's on an island that is|never in the same place twice.

- The Vanishing lsle.|- That would be a problem.

- What is this ultimate treasure?|- The big one, boy.

The Hand of Midas.

- It's just a myth.|- It's not a myth, boy!

It was once right here.|Look, there's your proof.

From stern to stem,|every piece of rigging,

every peg and board,|all of it, solid gold!

Ooh!

Adopt me, daddy-o!

- Touched by the Hand of Midas.|- And sunk by it.

Oh, you don't understand. You don't know|what it's like to have nothing.

To stare up at the palace|and know you deserve more.

To be called "street rat."

Yes, I do.

I knew exactly what I wanted|for my family-- the best.

I couldn't give up|and go back empty-handed.

But the weeks turned into months,|and the months turned into years.

I came back to Agrabah|one night,

but I couldn't find my wife|or my son.

I thought my family|was lost forever.

At that moment, I would've traded|anything to get your mother back.

We never wanted gold.|We wanted you.

I wanted a father. I still do.

Come to my wedding. This time,|you have an invitation.

Aladdin, l-l just don't know.

Dad, I'm not going back|to Agrabah until morning.

At least think about it?

Aladdin may never understand,|but it just wouldn't work.

I don't belong in his world.

The oracle doesn't belong|in his world either.

It belongs in the hands of two|enterprising treasure hunters:

you and me.

The oracle. It's probably|just another dead end.

It works! That's how|the kid found you.

- It knows everything.|- Everything?

And I know where|they stashed it.

Cassim, we are talking about...

the wedding of your only son.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime|opportunity.

How can I pass it up?

- Captain, over here.|- Show yourself!

You're alone. Good.

So you are the one with information|about the Forty Thieves?

What would you say|if I handed you...

the King of Thieves?

I'd say, "What in it for you?"

I'll just sleep better knowing|that he's off the streets...

and on the executioner's block.

Everyone knows that the King|of Thieves cannot be caught.

What miracle do you possess?

Two words that will make you|Agrabah's greatest hero.

Open sesame.

- Hop on, Dad.|- Oh, no.

It's a rug. You sweep dirt under it.|You don't fly on it. At least I don't.

- Don't be afraid. It's fun.|- I am not afraid!

- Now get off that thing|before you break your neck.|- I trust Carpet with my life.

- Give him time. He'll come around.|- We'll take horses.

Horses were good enough|for my father and his father before him,

and they were always|good enough for me.

- He sounds like a father, all right.|- Uh-huh.

Whoa! This is the spot, men.

- But there is nothing here.|- Now. But watch.

Open caraway!

There is still nothing here.

When I get ahold|of that no good--

But I thought you said|it was "open sesame."

Easy. Whoa. Whoa! Hey, hey!

- Looks like Genie has everything ready.|- Yeah. Uh-huh.

Genie? You have a genie? Have|you used all three wishes yet?

Oh, please, don't go into it.|It's just too painful.

Oh, Al, you're back,|and your front!

- You're both here!|- That's great, Genie. Uh--|- Security's tight.

No big crowd.|Immediate family only.

- Perfect, because this is my--|- No lowlifes this time, other|than the parrot, of course.

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