Agrabah
“Agrabah” Written by Tara. Jan 4 2007 The Middle Eastern sun blistered across the vast dessert, large sand dunes loomed off in the distance, rolling hills of sand swishing and wiping with the wind. From every direction the world looked the same, hill after hill of desolate land. One man, traveled alone, his dirty hand latching on to the rein of his camel. He walked side by side with the animal hiding him from the power of the sand storm. His dark hair, shielded by material that was swept over his face, and nose, as he staggered lost. Just when the man thought that nothing could get any worse, his stomach grumbling from the lack of food and his legs trembling with no energy left. That’s when the very sand came out from beneath his feet, he fell. Not just to the ground but into a deep chasm, falling for what seemed to be forever he landed with a thump, gasping to regain his breath back from such a fall. Whimpering and moaning he wiped his dirty face, and lifted his head.. Looking up to see his camel peering over the lip of the opening, grunting. “Blast!” He grumbled slowly moving his body from were it had been imprinted in the huge pile of sand. He unlatched the vale from his eyes and face, cleaning his flesh as he went. “I’m in a cave?” he said in wonderment. Large stalactites and stalagmites loomed ominous in the dark cavern. Once regaining his senses, and making sure that nothing was broken, Abdul staggered towards a faint glowing light; which led deeper into the belly of the cave. Moving cautiously but steady, as he was guided to what he hoped would be, and exit or some place safe, with bountiful food. Perhaps some one else had also fell trapped in this place, but what ever it was, he was sure it was better then out in the storm. Abduls jaw dropped when he saw what was the cause of all the glimmering spender, Gold stacks, piles, hills of golden coins, treasure, statues. His mouth watering from the very sight, his mind racing with the thoughts of what just one handful would be worth back in the city. He could be richer then the sultan and the princess. Heck if he were a greedy man, the world could be his. Abdul leaned over to pluck a fist-sized ruby from off of the ground when he noticed something shake in the corner of his eye. A lamp, standing alone, lit from above with a glowing stream of light. It was beautiful, dark onyx in color, its lustrous shine rivaling that of a precious diamond. A muffled rumbling noise echoed again, and it shook this time stronger and more noticeable. “The Lamp moved.” Forsaking the lonely ruby, his curiosity got the better of him and the Arabian man moved towards the ornately decorated lamp. It shook again, and again until he plucked it into his hands, lifting it to his dark eyes and examining it. There was writing, faint cartouches on the side, but he couldn’t quiet make it out. Covering his palm with the material from his shirt his wrist squeaked across the smooth surface of the unusual object. Thunder cracked, and lighting split the sky. Thick black smoke billowed from the opening of the lamp and a evil cackle echoed in the cavern. “I’m freeee!!!!” ( Cue music!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEGlJP4X4vc Third Earth….. It was another routine day followed by routine checks of the area’s that were under the Thundercats protection. Lord Lion-o sighed and leaned back in his chair, He was board. The mutants hadn’t bothered attacking for months, and well.. “Mumm-Ra” he chuckled at the thought. He doubted that Lummar had turned him back to his original form yet. Sill trapped in the body of a woman. So for once, things were incredibly peaceful. Lion-o snickered remembering the look on the mummies face, when the ancient god refused to return him to his mummified form. Bent on punishment, and torture. The lion needed his chin thoughtfully, “Wonder if Mumm-Ra had to do, and go about all the pain women have to deal with on a day to day basis.” Soft arms snaked around Lion-o’s neck. “And what are you chuckling about?” Tara questioned leaning up next to the lion’s ears, kissing his cheek. “Oh.. just thinking.” Lion-o’s eyes lit happily as he pat the hybrids arm. “Its quiet today, that’s a good thing.” “Yes quiets always good.” Tara said standing up, and trying to look official as the door behind her slid aside, and Tygra came in buried by stacks of books he was reading. That shy tiger still was in denial at what happened at the party that she had organized, just after Valentines Day. He’d been avoiding her with every excuse he could come up with. “Morning Tygra.” Tara said watching the male’s expression change into a pathetic cringe, when he heard her voice. “Lion-o… Tara.” He said his cheeks flushing as he plopped down in the seat. Lion-o rolled his eyes and swiveled his long legs from out of the console. “Well I guess that mean’s I’m off duty!” He smiled, stood rolling his shoulders and stretching his long arms, then cracked his back. Tygra looked up from his book long enough to nod towards Lion-o. “Snarf said dinners’ ready if your interested.” The tigers amber eyes swept over Tara’s body in curiosity then quickly lowered his eyes again; trying to evade her glances. As the two, walked towards the door; with a wave and a smile Lion-o disappeared, his small wife following. In a matter of a few hours, chaos and the complete destruction of the city of Agrabah occurred, what once was a bustling market place was now, nothing but crumbled masses of stones. People ran, from the town in hoards of terrified streams of body’s escaping from the vengeance of the all power creature. Who attacked with out warning, with out feeling and resolution. The palace had been under siege and soon faltered to the power of the Evil Gin Jafar. All his powers had returned, as he cackled fiendishly tossing fire balls once again towards the Sultans Palace. “Oh Prince Ali- a boo, boo.. I’m back!!!” He taunted. Prince Ali, and his wife the lovely Jasmine, had just barely escaped the palace, through an underground tunnel. The small group finally stopped running, “Jafar …. How? I can’t believe he’s free.” Aladdin rambled, swinging his arms, dramatically and slapping his face. His small friend Abu the monkey clung on to the mans pant leg; lips frozen in terror, and still shaking. Jasmines big black eyes fluttered at her husband in surprise. “Ali, oh Ali, don’t blame yourself, some how he’s escaped we will stop him some how.” She said a bit winded soothing some stray black hair from her face and watching as her father the Sultan grab at his chest, and waddled closer to the pair. The plump old man was covered in sweat, sweeping off his feather clad hat from his gray hair; and fanning the beads of perspiration. “What about Genie…. where is he? He can stop this.” The sultan said plunking down in a rock exhaustedly. Aladdin spun. “But I freed the Genie, I don’t know where he is… or how to find him.” From just behind Aladdin a big plume of blue smoke slithered in through the cracks. “Did some one wish for an all powerful Genie?” a deep voice echoed, and the familiar form of the kind blue gin appeared, dressed in a toga with grape leaves. “Boy can some one make a entrance.” He joked with a contagious laugh. “I leave you all for a few years and look what you’ve done to the place, I didn’t think the refugee look was in this year?” He smiled dropping closer to Aladdin and handing him a tissue to wipe off his blackened face. “Not funny Genie.” Aladdin snorted, ripping the white cloth from out of his hand. “However, we are happy to see you…” “So happy!” Jasmine chimed in, jumping to her feet to embrace the fifteen foot gin. The Genie blushed, “Aww.. ant it fun when the relatives return for a visit.” He looked around “So where’s my monkey.” He questioned as the small animal clambered off the prince’s leg and pounced on the Genie’s finger squealing and chattering happily. “So can you help us get rid of Jafar again?” The sultan questioned, as he plumbed his hat back on his head. The Genie blushed and shrunk hiding himself quickly behind the rock. “Well.. see… there are a bit of provisions, some quick pro quos that well I just cant change.” Aladdin cocked his brow. “Genie, your free what rules do you have to live by?” “The rule that I want to live!!” The Gin wailed, faking crying to get a reaction. As he banged on the rock.” “So your saying your not going to help?” Jasmine said stunned, angrily putting her small hands on her hips. The Genie quickly changed, shapes into a huge yellow chicken and pecked at the ground for emphasis. “Bock bock. Boooock. “ A egg dropped to the floor. “Oh,” The gin looked down, smiling. “I didn’t know men could do that? But no… I could help, I want to help but you see. With out all my powers of the lamp.” The chicken cringed. “Jafar’s more powerful then I.” “Great!” Aladdin spun waving his arms again. “So what do we do?” The gin, transformed back to his original shape and tugged on his small black goatee, “Well.. in my travels I had come across, some …..” He slurred the word “People who might be able to help.” “Oh?? And who are theses people?” Aladdin said this time moving closer, “Do you think they would help us?” The gin grinned cattily and shrugged. “Perhaps……so long as no ones allergic to red hair and fur balls.” Chapter 2 “Agrabah.” The blue Gin stood just across from the extension bridge to the Thundercats home, the Cats Lair, with its larger then life crouching symbol of there home land. “Sure, when there are people to invite to a party that no one else wants to go too… Who gets nominated for the job… Me that’s who.” The Genie poofed into smoke, reappearing on the doorstep; quickly transforming into a older human with a shaped black beard adorning his very cleft chin. He was dressed in an old nineteen twenties’ gangster suit, with black and white pin stripes. “I find it rude not to knock.” He said giggling at his own joke. “Bang, bang, bang.” Inside the lazy Snarf, arched his back and bristled his fur. He went scurrying to the door, his apron still tied around his large belly as he ran. “Don’t anyone know, I’m too busy to play door man.” He scolded. Sliding to a stop just before the door. “I’m coming I’m coming.” He said lifting himself up on his tail and unlatching, the defense systems of the Lair. The Gin quickly popped a large book with numbers and a pen in his hands, as the door slid open. “Yes?” Snarf said leery, looking at the stranger, who was rather well dressed for a Third Earth creature. “Are you the…. Thundercats?” The gin said sticking his head inside the door and writing something down on a piece of paper. He was hard to understand sounding like his cheeks were full of cotton with an accent. “Yessssss?” Snarf said his one ear shot up in curiosity, and the other drooped in worry. The gin looked back at his list reading something. “And is your Leader an L…ION…. Lion…. OOOO. Home?” Again Snarf said “Yes.” And gritted his teeth. “I… a.. require his presences if you know what’ I’m talking about?” The Gin bent over winking. Snarf turned, and screamed down the hall. “Lionnnnn-oooo” He said wining, and screeching the word as if traumatized. Lion-o heard his friends most desperate call looking at the other’s he quickly bolted up from the dinner table and went running towards the main door. The other nobles not far behind. Lion-o flung open the door to be face to face with a human male. “Lion-o this man.” The Snarf got cut off when the Genie dropped the book; squealed like a woman running past the fuzzy creature and dancing happily about. “Oh its you, it’s really you…” He grabbed Lion-o’s hand shaking it vigorously. Lion-o smiled. “Yes its me… can I help you?” He said trying not to laugh, when the man dropped to the floor kissing the lion’s blue boots. The Gin spat out dust partials. “I hope you didn’t step in what, I think you did.” He grinned frantically rubbing his tongue. The mighty Lion, scratched his head, and chuckled. “What?” He looked around at all the other Thundercat nobles who were now in complete hysterics. The Genie popped back to his feet. “Oh I’m glad you asked.” He said beginning to ramble. “I’m here to retrieve you, to save a world that is like…. Oh I don’t know a few thousand years in your past, I need your help !” He said slamming his head into Lion-o’s chest crying and blowing his nose on the lion’s uniform. Lion-o cringed, and pat the mans shoulders. “Ok….?” He looked down at a huge pile of green goo that was now smeared all over his well muscled chest. “Oh don’t mind the mess, I’m sure you will wash.” The Gin stepped back waving his arms. “You see, there’s this evil ….” He leaned in to whisper quietly into Lion-o’s ears then screamed. “GENIE!! GOING TO DISTROY OUR HOME, AGRABAH!.” With a wave of his hands a map appeared. “Here, just incase you haven’t heard of it.” Lion-o winced rubbing his ear to get the ringing to stop. “Agrabah?” Tara questioned stepping forwards, nibbling nervously on her long fingernail with her teeth. That word rang a definite bell in her ancient mind. “Your telling me, you’re from Agrabah?” The Genie’s eyes lit, his draw dropped to the floor and drool came out of his mouth in long strings. “Why hello beautiful.” He said skidding closer to the hybrid. Tara smiled and pushed him away, with her finger. “Not for sale.” Tara grinned, winking at Lion-o who’d gone green with jealousy. “Oh my heart, you just wounded and innocent man!” The Gin faked staggering backwards and falling on the floor, pretending to die of heart break. Panthro had an irritated grin locked on his face. “Ok enough of this nonsense who are you and what do you want?” He said folding his arms sternly across his chest, his spikes shinning off his blue colored shoulders. The Genie slowly opened one eye lid and gasped, turning back to his true form, he hovered next to Panthro. “Same pointed ears, same blue skin tones, My goodness….. I have a brother!” The Gin said latching his arms around the panther giving him a huge bear hug. “That is the last time mom is left alone with the cat.” He said gagging the thought. Panthro forced the Genie away. “Tara what in blue blazes is going on?” The male huffed. The hybrid looked at the others, who were falling over laughing so hard they almost were busting. “I …” She giggled, “I think this is the immortal blue Gin…. He’s a Genie.” She nodded towards the smirking creature, who was now sticking out his chest and buffing his hands on his pecks proudly. “At your service.” He bowed low, clunking his head on the marble floor. Lion-o turned, wiping off his clothes and flicking the goo across the floor.“ Ok now that we know who you are, and why you’re here, how can we help?” “You mean besides giving me and aspirin?” The Gin grinned, his head whirling with little cartoon like stars above his head. “Agrabah.” Chapter 3. Iago, the parrot. Lifted up his wings stretching red and blue tapered feathers, then realized immediately something, or some one, was missing. He’d been trapped in the black lamp with his master, Jafar, for years. This was the first time, he didn’t get slapped, or whacked, in the leg for moving too much. His one eye popped open. “What the?” He said in his annoying sarcastic tone. Feeling around with his clawed foot. “Jafar? He sat up and looked “Jafarrrrrr.” He squawked this time louder. The lamp was empty, and he was all alone. “How and the Hel……?” he wondered scooting up towards the lamps spout, and attempting to squeeze his big feathered rump out of the tiny hole. He managed to get his head out, and one wing, as he flapped about wildly. “Jafar… you for got me!” He screamed hopping until the lamp fell over, and clambered to the ground. A pathetic moan followed with grumbling. “That hurt.” As he spat out dirt and sand from his beak. Jafar strode proudly through the empty palace halls, grinning and commenting on how clever, he had been. Patting him self psychologically for a job well done. “Now…. For the fun.” He cackled rubbing his long thin fingers together in thought. His dark devilish eyes lit with a plan. As his fingers intertwined with his long crooked goatee. Jafar knew that up start Aladdin wouldn’t allow him to remain in the sultan’s home, He’d be back. And the Evil Gin was sure to be ready. But as for now he’d wait, and just relish in his freedom. He cockily walked through one of the large curved doorways and into the Sultan’s throne room. Jafar plopped himself arrogantly in the ivory and golden chair. Then in a flash transforming his clothing into more noble attire, pronouncing him self not just sultan but a god. “The people of Agrabah will bow and cower at my feet, and those who don’t shall die!” He commanded, creating a horde of mutant soldiers from the very air, to help back him with his threats. Large bug, like creatures, walking beetles, scorpions, snakes, each at least seven feet tall, and extremely dangerous in there own right. Jafar grinned, “Now for some fun.” He said clapping his hands and making three beautiful Arabian women to appear; to serve him, and tend to every one of his greedy desires. Deep underground in the old Babylon tunnels, Sat the group awaiting news from the Genie. Aladdin plucked up another pebble tossing it to the wall. His legs scrunched up to his chest, and his big baggy pants trailing the dusty ground. “I hope they will be willing to help.” He said a bit worried, it was taking too long. “The Genie has never let us down before, just have faith.” Jasmine said sighing. Thinking of all the damage that vile demon was doing to the kingdom while they sat around, feeling useless. For the twelfth time she had undone her hair, and raked it back with her fingers, then reattached the golden hair clamps around her thick ebony tresses. At least it gave her something to do. Aladdin pounced to his feet, “I can’t wait another moment, we have to do something!” He bellowed, waking up the sleeping sultan The old man rolled over terrified, only couldn’t get past his big belly to get up fast enough. “What.. what.. happened?” He stammered, franticly trying to sit up. Jasmine gave the young prince, a disgusted look jumping to her fathers side to help him. “Ladies and gentleman.” The underground tunnel went pitch black, a beacon light appeared dramatically illumining the Blue Gin, from above. “ Boys and chimps.” He said taking off a sparkling top hat, his mouth firmly fixed in a big toothed grin. “I….” he dipped in a bow. “Went to the ends of the earth, to bring you ….. the hero’s .. the king of kings the nobles that are going to save our proverbial hineys from the, nasty, foul, devious.” The genie kept rambling on until Aladdin cleared his throat hoping he’d get the clue and get on with it. “Jafar.” The Gin smiled, spinning on his heals and pointing behind him, “I give you.” The light shone and sparkled with three tunneled lights, onto one central focal point. “The Thundercats.” Billowing up was a great foggy mist, and sparks, soon as that cleared a small orange cat sat in the center of the lighting. “Meow.” it said looking confused and bewildered, then lifting its paw to cleanse it with its sandpaper tongue. “Genie! We have waited all this time. For you to bring us a tiny little pussy cat!” Aladdin screamed. Grabbing tuffs of his dark hair in his hands and tugging. The blue gins lip dropped, “Aww Al, I’m only teasing.” He said again, as thunder crashed and lighting illuminated the underground tunnel. Jasmine let out a squeal when a she was able to see a new group of people, emerge from the flickering lights. “Hooooooo…” The tall male bellowed, his striking chiseled features out lined by the most incredible set of muscles she had ever seen. A long scarlet mane, swept up and to the side dashing all logic, and defying gravity. It was just as stunning, and unusual as the man who wielded it. Feeling her knees go week, she grabbed the sultans arm. “As I was saying…” Genie said grumbling “Before I was so rudely interrupted. I give you… Lord Lion-o and his nobles.” The Genie began to hum a theme song. “Tygra the invisible, He announced. Tygra jumped out his whip flicking into the air, as he grabbed it pulling it tight across his chest. “Panthro… the deadly.” The music went more dangerous in its sound, emphasizing when the panther did a flying kick into the air and landing in a squat, his nun chucks pulled tight over his head. “Cheetara, the quick!” the Gin began to sing so fast for emphasis, his tongue fell out of his mouth and dropped to the floor shaking. “That’s Tara.” A hypnotic looking woman, appeared from out of the smoldering electric flames. Her clothes tight and revealing, as she seductively walked. Running her hand through her long multi streaked hair, stopping only to strike a sexy pose. Aladdin’s jaw dropped, trying to be rid of the lodge he felt in his throat. The Genie grabbled his loose waggling pink tongue and placed it back in his mouth. “Therja! The mutt.” he chortled. When he saw the lynx liger appear with a I’m so going to get you look on his face. Therja un-brandished his great silver axe twirling it over his head. His large arm and chest muscles, lurching through his black leather vest and tight matching pants. “Leanna!” he shouted, as a incredibly agile woman pounced, in a skin tight green body suit, with matching leggings. Her teeth bared and her claws ready to strike. The Gin leaned over to the sultan, “I’d watch out for that one, she might cause some damage!” he laughed. The sultan eyed the woman, grinning. ‘Meowww is right.” He said frantically looking in his pockets for some string he could use to entertain her with. “Kit and Kat!” Two twenty year old twins came bounding out, jumping and landing dramatically. “Now for my favorite one of all, because, she promised me I could connect the stripes. And see what makes a tiger woman tick… I give you Myra!” The tigress, ran in lifting her fighting staff, then jabbing it into the Gin’s overhanging belly. “I think not.” She smirked dangerously. Her long three toned mane wiping out behind her. A deep growl echoed, and a pure white tiger, came bounding in wielding what looked like a hammer with a cats face etched in the decoration. “Oh look out, we got something truly frightening here… what in the world?” The Gin poofed in closer inspecting Bengalli and his weapon. Lifting his finger he touched the flat surface. “You know, that weapon don’t suit you, you need, something that will strike terror!” The gin roared lifting his hands to the sky. The Bengal tiger gurgled and spat when his beloved hammer was replaced with a toilet plunger. “And.” The gin took a moment to roll his eyes. “The….Snarf.” he said dryly. Plunking down on the ground looking board. The fuzzy creature came bounding in, lurching and hopping on his tail.. He did a spin in the air landing on his knees. “Have no fear, Snarf is here!” “Oh… yea.” The Gin yawned, lifting up a miniature pom, pom, Everyone giggled but the Snarf, who clicked his teeth and folded his arms in disgust.
“Agrabah” Written by Tara. Jan 4 2007 The Middle Eastern sun blistered across the vast dessert, large sand dunes loomed off in the distance, rolling hills of sand swishing and wiping with the wind. From every direction the world looked the same, hill after hill of desolate land. One man, traveled alone, his dirty hand latching on to the rein of his camel. He walked side by side with the animal hiding him from the power of the sand storm. His dark hair, shielded by material that was swept over his face, and nose, as he staggered lost. Just when the man thought that nothing could get any worse, his stomach grumbling from the lack of food and his legs trembling with no energy left. That’s when the very sand came out from beneath his feet, he fell. Not just to the ground but into a deep chasm, falling for what seemed to be forever he landed with a thump, gasping to regain his breath back from such a fall. Whimpering and moaning he wiped his dirty face, and lifted his head.. Looking up to see his camel peering over the lip of the opening, grunting. “Blast!” He grumbled slowly moving his body from were it had been imprinted in the huge pile of sand. He unlatched the vale from his eyes and face, cleaning his flesh as he went. “I’m in a cave?” he said in wonderment. Large stalactites and stalagmites loomed ominous in the dark cavern. Once regaining his senses, and making sure that nothing was broken, Abdul staggered towards a faint glowing light; which led deeper into the belly of the cave. Moving cautiously but steady, as he was guided to what he hoped would be, and exit or some place safe, with bountiful food. Perhaps some one else had also fell trapped in this place, but what ever it was, he was sure it was better then out in the storm. Abduls jaw dropped when he saw what was the cause of all the glimmering spender, Gold stacks, piles, hills of golden coins, treasure, statues. His mouth watering from the very sight, his mind racing with the thoughts of what just one handful would be worth back in the city. He could be richer then the sultan and the princess. Heck if he were a greedy man, the world could be his. Abdul leaned over to pluck a fist-sized ruby from off of the ground when he noticed something shake in the corner of his eye. A lamp, standing alone, lit from above with a glowing stream of light. It was beautiful, dark onyx in color, its lustrous shine rivaling that of a precious diamond. A muffled rumbling noise echoed again, and it shook this time stronger and more noticeable. “The Lamp moved.” Forsaking the lonely ruby, his curiosity got the better of him and the Arabian man moved towards the ornately decorated lamp. It shook again, and again until he plucked it into his hands, lifting it to his dark eyes and examining it. There was writing, faint cartouches on the side, but he couldn’t quiet make it out. Covering his palm with the material from his shirt his wrist squeaked across the smooth surface of the unusual object. Thunder cracked, and lighting split the sky. Thick black smoke billowed from the opening of the lamp and a evil cackle echoed in the cavern. “I’m freeee!!!!” ( Cue music!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEGlJP4X4vc Third Earth….. It was another routine day followed by routine checks of the area’s that were under the Thundercats protection. Lord Lion-o sighed and leaned back in his chair, He was board. The mutants hadn’t bothered attacking for months, and well.. “Mumm-Ra” he chuckled at the thought. He doubted that Lummar had turned him back to his original form yet. Sill trapped in the body of a woman. So for once, things were incredibly peaceful. Lion-o snickered remembering the look on the mummies face, when the ancient god refused to return him to his mummified form. Bent on punishment, and torture. The lion needed his chin thoughtfully, “Wonder if Mumm-Ra had to do, and go about all the pain women have to deal with on a day to day basis.” Soft arms snaked around Lion-o’s neck. “And what are you chuckling about?” Tara questioned leaning up next to the lion’s ears, kissing his cheek. “Oh.. just thinking.” Lion-o’s eyes lit happily as he pat the hybrids arm. “Its quiet today, that’s a good thing.” “Yes quiets always good.” Tara said standing up, and trying to look official as the door behind her slid aside, and Tygra came in buried by stacks of books he was reading. That shy tiger still was in denial at what happened at the party that she had organized, just after Valentines Day. He’d been avoiding her with every excuse he could come up with. “Morning Tygra.” Tara said watching the male’s expression change into a pathetic cringe, when he heard her voice. “Lion-o… Tara.” He said his cheeks flushing as he plopped down in the seat. Lion-o rolled his eyes and swiveled his long legs from out of the console. “Well I guess that mean’s I’m off duty!” He smiled, stood rolling his shoulders and stretching his long arms, then cracked his back. Tygra looked up from his book long enough to nod towards Lion-o. “Snarf said dinners’ ready if your interested.” The tigers amber eyes swept over Tara’s body in curiosity then quickly lowered his eyes again; trying to evade her glances. As the two, walked towards the door; with a wave and a smile Lion-o disappeared, his small wife following. In a matter of a few hours, chaos and the complete destruction of the city of Agrabah occurred, what once was a bustling market place was now, nothing but crumbled masses of stones. People ran, from the town in hoards of terrified streams of body’s escaping from the vengeance of the all power creature. Who attacked with out warning, with out feeling and resolution. The palace had been under siege and soon faltered to the power of the Evil Gin Jafar. All his powers had returned, as he cackled fiendishly tossing fire balls once again towards the Sultans Palace. “Oh Prince Ali- a boo, boo.. I’m back!!!” He taunted. Prince Ali, and his wife the lovely Jasmine, had just barely escaped the palace, through an underground tunnel. The small group finally stopped running, “Jafar …. How? I can’t believe he’s free.” Aladdin rambled, swinging his arms, dramatically and slapping his face. His small friend Abu the monkey clung on to the mans pant leg; lips frozen in terror, and still shaking. Jasmines big black eyes fluttered at her husband in surprise. “Ali, oh Ali, don’t blame yourself, some how he’s escaped we will stop him some how.” She said a bit winded soothing some stray black hair from her face and watching as her father the Sultan grab at his chest, and waddled closer to the pair. The plump old man was covered in sweat, sweeping off his feather clad hat from his gray hair; and fanning the beads of perspiration. “What about Genie…. where is he? He can stop this.” The sultan said plunking down in a rock exhaustedly. Aladdin spun. “But I freed the Genie, I don’t know where he is… or how to find him.” From just behind Aladdin a big plume of blue smoke slithered in through the cracks. “Did some one wish for an all powerful Genie?” a deep voice echoed, and the familiar form of the kind blue gin appeared, dressed in a toga with grape leaves. “Boy can some one make a entrance.” He joked with a contagious laugh. “I leave you all for a few years and look what you’ve done to the place, I didn’t think the refugee look was in this year?” He smiled dropping closer to Aladdin and handing him a tissue to wipe off his blackened face. “Not funny Genie.” Aladdin snorted, ripping the white cloth from out of his hand. “However, we are happy to see you…” “So happy!” Jasmine chimed in, jumping to her feet to embrace the fifteen foot gin. The Genie blushed, “Aww.. ant it fun when the relatives return for a visit.” He looked around “So where’s my monkey.” He questioned as the small animal clambered off the prince’s leg and pounced on the Genie’s finger squealing and chattering happily. “So can you help us get rid of Jafar again?” The sultan questioned, as he plumbed his hat back on his head. The Genie blushed and shrunk hiding himself quickly behind the rock. “Well.. see… there are a bit of provisions, some quick pro quos that well I just cant change.” Aladdin cocked his brow. “Genie, your free what rules do you have to live by?” “The rule that I want to live!!” The Gin wailed, faking crying to get a reaction. As he banged on the rock.” “So your saying your not going to help?” Jasmine said stunned, angrily putting her small hands on her hips. The Genie quickly changed, shapes into a huge yellow chicken and pecked at the ground for emphasis. “Bock bock. Boooock. “ A egg dropped to the floor. “Oh,” The gin looked down, smiling. “I didn’t know men could do that? But no… I could help, I want to help but you see. With out all my powers of the lamp.” The chicken cringed. “Jafar’s more powerful then I.” “Great!” Aladdin spun waving his arms again. “So what do we do?” The gin, transformed back to his original shape and tugged on his small black goatee, “Well.. in my travels I had come across, some …..” He slurred the word “People who might be able to help.” “Oh?? And who are theses people?” Aladdin said this time moving closer, “Do you think they would help us?” The gin grinned cattily and shrugged. “Perhaps……so long as no ones allergic to red hair and fur balls.” Chapter 2 “Agrabah.” The blue Gin stood just across from the extension bridge to the Thundercats home, the Cats Lair, with its larger then life crouching symbol of there home land. “Sure, when there are people to invite to a party that no one else wants to go too… Who gets nominated for the job… Me that’s who.” The Genie poofed into smoke, reappearing on the doorstep; quickly transforming into a older human with a shaped black beard adorning his very cleft chin. He was dressed in an old nineteen twenties’ gangster suit, with black and white pin stripes. “I find it rude not to knock.” He said giggling at his own joke. “Bang, bang, bang.” Inside the lazy Snarf, arched his back and bristled his fur. He went scurrying to the door, his apron still tied around his large belly as he ran. “Don’t anyone know, I’m too busy to play door man.” He scolded. Sliding to a stop just before the door. “I’m coming I’m coming.” He said lifting himself up on his tail and unlatching, the defense systems of the Lair. The Gin quickly popped a large book with numbers and a pen in his hands, as the door slid open. “Yes?” Snarf said leery, looking at the stranger, who was rather well dressed for a Third Earth creature. “Are you the…. Thundercats?” The gin said sticking his head inside the door and writing something down on a piece of paper. He was hard to understand sounding like his cheeks were full of cotton with an accent. “Yessssss?” Snarf said his one ear shot up in curiosity, and the other drooped in worry. The gin looked back at his list reading something. “And is your Leader an L…ION…. Lion…. OOOO. Home?” Again Snarf said “Yes.” And gritted his teeth. “I… a.. require his presences if you know what’ I’m talking about?” The Gin bent over winking. Snarf turned, and screamed down the hall. “Lionnnnn-oooo” He said wining, and screeching the word as if traumatized. Lion-o heard his friends most desperate call looking at the other’s he quickly bolted up from the dinner table and went running towards the main door. The other nobles not far behind. Lion-o flung open the door to be face to face with a human male. “Lion-o this man.” The Snarf got cut off when the Genie dropped the book; squealed like a woman running past the fuzzy creature and dancing happily about. “Oh its you, it’s really you…” He grabbed Lion-o’s hand shaking it vigorously. Lion-o smiled. “Yes its me… can I help you?” He said trying not to laugh, when the man dropped to the floor kissing the lion’s blue boots. The Gin spat out dust partials. “I hope you didn’t step in what, I think you did.” He grinned frantically rubbing his tongue. The mighty Lion, scratched his head, and chuckled. “What?” He looked around at all the other Thundercat nobles who were now in complete hysterics. The Genie popped back to his feet. “Oh I’m glad you asked.” He said beginning to ramble. “I’m here to retrieve you, to save a world that is like…. Oh I don’t know a few thousand years in your past, I need your help !” He said slamming his head into Lion-o’s chest crying and blowing his nose on the lion’s uniform. Lion-o cringed, and pat the mans shoulders. “Ok….?” He looked down at a huge pile of green goo that was now smeared all over his well muscled chest. “Oh don’t mind the mess, I’m sure you will wash.” The Gin stepped back waving his arms. “You see, there’s this evil ….” He leaned in to whisper quietly into Lion-o’s ears then screamed. “GENIE!! GOING TO DISTROY OUR HOME, AGRABAH!.” With a wave of his hands a map appeared. “Here, just incase you haven’t heard of it.” Lion-o winced rubbing his ear to get the ringing to stop. “Agrabah?” Tara questioned stepping forwards, nibbling nervously on her long fingernail with her teeth. That word rang a definite bell in her ancient mind. “Your telling me, you’re from Agrabah?” The Genie’s eyes lit, his draw dropped to the floor and drool came out of his mouth in long strings. “Why hello beautiful.” He said skidding closer to the hybrid. Tara smiled and pushed him away, with her finger. “Not for sale.” Tara grinned, winking at Lion-o who’d gone green with jealousy. “Oh my heart, you just wounded and innocent man!” The Gin faked staggering backwards and falling on the floor, pretending to die of heart break. Panthro had an irritated grin locked on his face. “Ok enough of this nonsense who are you and what do you want?” He said folding his arms sternly across his chest, his spikes shinning off his blue colored shoulders. The Genie slowly opened one eye lid and gasped, turning back to his true form, he hovered next to Panthro. “Same pointed ears, same blue skin tones, My goodness….. I have a brother!” The Gin said latching his arms around the panther giving him a huge bear hug. “That is the last time mom is left alone with the cat.” He said gagging the thought. Panthro forced the Genie away. “Tara what in blue blazes is going on?” The male huffed. The hybrid looked at the others, who were falling over laughing so hard they almost were busting. “I …” She giggled, “I think this is the immortal blue Gin…. He’s a Genie.” She nodded towards the smirking creature, who was now sticking out his chest and buffing his hands on his pecks proudly. “At your service.” He bowed low, clunking his head on the marble floor. Lion-o turned, wiping off his clothes and flicking the goo across the floor.“ Ok now that we know who you are, and why you’re here, how can we help?” “You mean besides giving me and aspirin?” The Gin grinned, his head whirling with little cartoon like stars above his head. “Agrabah.” Chapter 3. Iago, the parrot. Lifted up his wings stretching red and blue tapered feathers, then realized immediately something, or some one, was missing. He’d been trapped in the black lamp with his master, Jafar, for years. This was the first time, he didn’t get slapped, or whacked, in the leg for moving too much. His one eye popped open. “What the?” He said in his annoying sarcastic tone. Feeling around with his clawed foot. “Jafar? He sat up and looked “Jafarrrrrr.” He squawked this time louder. The lamp was empty, and he was all alone. “How and the Hel……?” he wondered scooting up towards the lamps spout, and attempting to squeeze his big feathered rump out of the tiny hole. He managed to get his head out, and one wing, as he flapped about wildly. “Jafar… you for got me!” He screamed hopping until the lamp fell over, and clambered to the ground. A pathetic moan followed with grumbling. “That hurt.” As he spat out dirt and sand from his beak. Jafar strode proudly through the empty palace halls, grinning and commenting on how clever, he had been. Patting him self psychologically for a job well done. “Now…. For the fun.” He cackled rubbing his long thin fingers together in thought. His dark devilish eyes lit with a plan. As his fingers intertwined with his long crooked goatee. Jafar knew that up start Aladdin wouldn’t allow him to remain in the sultan’s home, He’d be back. And the Evil Gin was sure to be ready. But as for now he’d wait, and just relish in his freedom. He cockily walked through one of the large curved doorways and into the Sultan’s throne room. Jafar plopped himself arrogantly in the ivory and golden chair. Then in a flash transforming his clothing into more noble attire, pronouncing him self not just sultan but a god. “The people of Agrabah will bow and cower at my feet, and those who don’t shall die!” He commanded, creating a horde of mutant soldiers from the very air, to help back him with his threats. Large bug, like creatures, walking beetles, scorpions, snakes, each at least seven feet tall, and extremely dangerous in there own right. Jafar grinned, “Now for some fun.” He said clapping his hands and making three beautiful Arabian women to appear; to serve him, and tend to every one of his greedy desires. Deep underground in the old Babylon tunnels, Sat the group awaiting news from the Genie. Aladdin plucked up another pebble tossing it to the wall. His legs scrunched up to his chest, and his big baggy pants trailing the dusty ground. “I hope they will be willing to help.” He said a bit worried, it was taking too long. “The Genie has never let us down before, just have faith.” Jasmine said sighing. Thinking of all the damage that vile demon was doing to the kingdom while they sat around, feeling useless. For the twelfth time she had undone her hair, and raked it back with her fingers, then reattached the golden hair clamps around her thick ebony tresses. At least it gave her something to do. Aladdin pounced to his feet, “I can’t wait another moment, we have to do something!” He bellowed, waking up the sleeping sultan The old man rolled over terrified, only couldn’t get past his big belly to get up fast enough. “What.. what.. happened?” He stammered, franticly trying to sit up. Jasmine gave the young prince, a disgusted look jumping to her fathers side to help him. “Ladies and gentleman.” The underground tunnel went pitch black, a beacon light appeared dramatically illumining the Blue Gin, from above. “ Boys and chimps.” He said taking off a sparkling top hat, his mouth firmly fixed in a big toothed grin. “I….” he dipped in a bow. “Went to the ends of the earth, to bring you ….. the hero’s .. the king of kings the nobles that are going to save our proverbial hineys from the, nasty, foul, devious.” The genie kept rambling on until Aladdin cleared his throat hoping he’d get the clue and get on with it. “Jafar.” The Gin smiled, spinning on his heals and pointing behind him, “I give you.” The light shone and sparkled with three tunneled lights, onto one central focal point. “The Thundercats.” Billowing up was a great foggy mist, and sparks, soon as that cleared a small orange cat sat in the center of the lighting. “Meow.” it said looking confused and bewildered, then lifting its paw to cleanse it with its sandpaper tongue. “Genie! We have waited all this time. For you to bring us a tiny little pussy cat!” Aladdin screamed. Grabbing tuffs of his dark hair in his hands and tugging. The blue gins lip dropped, “Aww Al, I’m only teasing.” He said again, as thunder crashed and lighting illuminated the underground tunnel. Jasmine let out a squeal when a she was able to see a new group of people, emerge from the flickering lights. “Hooooooo…” The tall male bellowed, his striking chiseled features out lined by the most incredible set of muscles she had ever seen. A long scarlet mane, swept up and to the side dashing all logic, and defying gravity. It was just as stunning, and unusual as the man who wielded it. Feeling her knees go week, she grabbed the sultans arm. “As I was saying…” Genie said grumbling “Before I was so rudely interrupted. I give you… Lord Lion-o and his nobles.” The Genie began to hum a theme song. “Tygra the invisible, He announced. Tygra jumped out his whip flicking into the air, as he grabbed it pulling it tight across his chest. “Panthro… the deadly.” The music went more dangerous in its sound, emphasizing when the panther did a flying kick into the air and landing in a squat, his nun chucks pulled tight over his head. “Cheetara, the quick!” the Gin began to sing so fast for emphasis, his tongue fell out of his mouth and dropped to the floor shaking. “That’s Tara.” A hypnotic looking woman, appeared from out of the smoldering electric flames. Her clothes tight and revealing, as she seductively walked. Running her hand through her long multi streaked hair, stopping only to strike a sexy pose. Aladdin’s jaw dropped, trying to be rid of the lodge he felt in his throat. The Genie grabbled his loose waggling pink tongue and placed it back in his mouth. “Therja! The mutt.” he chortled. When he saw the lynx liger appear with a I’m so going to get you look on his face. Therja un-brandished his great silver axe twirling it over his head. His large arm and chest muscles, lurching through his black leather vest and tight matching pants. “Leanna!” he shouted, as a incredibly agile woman pounced, in a skin tight green body suit, with matching leggings. Her teeth bared and her claws ready to strike. The Gin leaned over to the sultan, “I’d watch out for that one, she might cause some damage!” he laughed. The sultan eyed the woman, grinning. ‘Meowww is right.” He said frantically looking in his pockets for some string he could use to entertain her with. “Kit and Kat!” Two twenty year old twins came bounding out, jumping and landing dramatically. “Now for my favorite one of all, because, she promised me I could connect the stripes. And see what makes a tiger woman tick… I give you Myra!” The tigress, ran in lifting her fighting staff, then jabbing it into the Gin’s overhanging belly. “I think not.” She smirked dangerously. Her long three toned mane wiping out behind her. A deep growl echoed, and a pure white tiger, came bounding in wielding what looked like a hammer with a cats face etched in the decoration. “Oh look out, we got something truly frightening here… what in the world?” The Gin poofed in closer inspecting Bengalli and his weapon. Lifting his finger he touched the flat surface. “You know, that weapon don’t suit you, you need, something that will strike terror!” The gin roared lifting his hands to the sky. The Bengal tiger gurgled and spat when his beloved hammer was replaced with a toilet plunger. “And.” The gin took a moment to roll his eyes. “The….Snarf.” he said dryly. Plunking down on the ground looking board. The fuzzy creature came bounding in, lurching and hopping on his tail.. He did a spin in the air landing on his knees. “Have no fear, Snarf is here!” “Oh… yea.” The Gin yawned, lifting up a miniature pom, pom, Everyone giggled but the Snarf, who clicked his teeth and folded his arms in disgust.