Aladdin and the King of Thieves Page #4

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.

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