Arabian Nights Page #8

What is...Ooh, pretty slave girl.

Allah! What in the name of

evil are you doing here?

- And you? - You two know each other?

Yes, yes unfortunately. We're distant,

distant cousins on my father's side.

I've hated you for centuries!

Yes, that's right, you lying,

bullying dog! You turn my stomach!

It would take the whole Persian Army

to turn your stomach, you pimple!

You grease spot on the backside of a

camel! I've waited for you for so long...

You wouldn't hit a fellow wearing...

whatever these are, would you?

- Hold still while I think about

it... - Okay, well then, bye!

No, no, no, no,

my Genie will challenge your

Genie... winner takes all!

- This sounds interesting... - No,

no, no, no, no, no he's feverish,

he's babbling on...

- Done!

- Done? Done, you do not understand,

I cannot fight him, his

magic is stronger than mine,

shows you how unfair the

Genie world is, doesn't it?

Oh, oh, oh toothache, I have

a toothache, I can't fight...

No, let's do this right... we

must have the proper setting.

No, no, no, no, no, I'm not in good shape,

I've never been in good

shape, as a matter of fact

I'm in the worst shape now

than I have ever been...

You can do it, Master Genie!

You're our man!

Okay, I'm ready, Allah, exalted parent,

creator of all, granter of wishes,

you are my sufficiency...pray

for me is this moment...

Help me!

It's you!

It's not...

No!

Don't send me out there again,

I'm no match for him, please!

You're a pro...get in there and fight!

Aladdin, did you love me,

or was that another lie?

Not now my love...

Do you love me!

- Did you? - Always!

You heard him, get in there and fight!

No, don't!

Mmm, cheese!

Let me out of here!

Let me out of here!

Let me out of here!

I win!

Get your chattel out, out, out!

Out! Out! Out! Out!

- oh great Mustappa!

- No! Winner take all!

But Mustappa had already

lost and didn't know it.

He couldn't beat a man like Aladdin

when it came to stealing...

he was a master.

You cheat!

Next time I will show no

mercy... I will kill you,

- I will squash you, like a bug... - This

time, he had stolen Mustappa's victory.

I will turn you into...

So Aladdin had won. He had

picked his last pocket.

Something I'd expect from a rogue.

He gets it from his mother!

He gave the Ring Genie his freedom.

He didn't need to be told twice.

Sayonara! Bye bye!

- The Genie of the Lamp, refused the gift.

- My freedom? What would I do with that?

I would have to get a job, a

fat wife and lazy children...

no thank you! I've got power

here, I've got total control...

I'll decide when I want to be free...

He was always contrary...it

was part of his character.

Would Aladdin really offer the Genies

their freedom and give up all that power?

Power isn't that important.

What is?

Happiness.

Hmmm.

That's something poor Amin Adbur

didn't have. In fact he had nothing...

no peace, no comfort, no happiness...

Who is Amin Adbur?

Ayoung beggar in Cairo.

You're starting another story.

I was going to tell you

about Amin... because...

because I thought you'd be

particularly interested.

Why?

Because he looked exactly like you...

Like me?

But the extraordinary thing about this

story is that the other leading figure in

it is Sultan Abraschild...

It is Sultan Abraschild--who

looks exactly like Schahzenan.

Like my brother? So I'm the beggar in this

story, and my brother is the Sultan of Cairo?

But you'll want to save

that for tomorrow night.

Some years ago, never mind how long...

...just remember that all...

There's a competition tomorrow, sponsored

by the Baghdad Story-Teller's Association...

I'm President. You should

enter it, Your Highness.

We're only competing for money...

you've been competing for your life!

I've told him an adventure

story, a comedy, a fantasy,

and now I want to tell something tragic...

I hooked his interest by saying

the main characters resemble him

and his brother, but where do I begin?

You begin at the beginning and go

on to the end, and then stop...

just make sure he doesn't

know what will happen next.

I don't know what happens next, so I'm

sure he won't...but should I go on?

His brother Schahzenan is

marching against him...

- is this the time for storytelling?

- It's the perfect time!

Stories show us how to win...

and in your case, defeat death.

Sire, your brother's army

is only two days away.

What are you going to do, Sire?

Wait.

You need strong nerves to wait.

Well I've been taught what

strong nerves really are.

Amin the beggar still had a few coins left,

and headed straight for the nearest tavern.

Meanwhile, Sultan Abraschild prowled

the streets of Cairo in disguise,

Iooking for adventure.

Abraschild was accompanied by Commander

Nouz and his Grand Vizier Moussel,

who looked just like my father.

Being Sultan is the most boring

job in the world, Moussel.

Is that why Your Majesty has to disguise

himself and rub shoulders with his subjects?

I find it amusing.

As Commander of your Guard, Your Majesty,

I have to say it's a very dangerous enjoyment.

That adds spice to the joke! When I mingle

with the ordinary folk, I'm laughing inside...

if only they knew who I was! What tricks,

what jests I can play on the poor fools...

here's entertainment to please

the most jaded palette!

Let's go in here and see what

jollies I can conjure up.

I'll do the same for you,

friend, when my ship comes in.

What ship's that, friend?

That's my ship...that's my destiny...

I have a destiny, that's why I drink.

I drink while I'm waiting for my destiny.

Which is?

Oh, I don't know...but it'll be great!

If you could choose your destiny,

what destiny would you choose?

Oh, I'd choose to be Sultan...

But look at you! Do you think

you're fit to be Sultan?

What do you mean "look at me"? What's

fitness to do with it anyway? Sultan

Abraschild was born...he was born

with a silver spoon in his mouth...

everyone else had a tongue...

he's about as useful as a

glass eye at a keyhole!

That's what you think of him, is it?

Friend, friend, if only I was the Sultan, if

only I was the Sultan, you'd see, yeah...

Perhaps it's your destiny after all...

Are you all right, Sire?

Never better...the jest, the jest!

Come on, take him to my palace!

But, Sire...

Oh, Moussel, you dry stick, you desert cactus!

Quick, I can't wait to start the game!

It was a sick joke.

He was washed and perfumed,

so that even his mother

wouldn't have recognized him.

Everyone remembers

what to do when he wakes?

Yes, Sire, but...

No one spoils my fun...no one!

I want wine...no I don't.

Oh, oh, oh, this is the drink... I've

had daylight dreams before, but...

Go!

Go!

- Where, where am l? - In the palace, Sire.

- What palace? - Your palace.

My palace? Who am l?

Commander of the Faithful, Monarch of the

World, the Prophet's Voice on Earth...

you are the Sultan Haroun Abraschild.

This is madness.

I want to talk to someone in authority.

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