As we begin our story, we see a small peddler riding on top of a camel through a scorching desert, surrounded by sand dunes and mesas. This is Arabia, the land of the Middle East. Unique stories and tales came from this world, filled with untold riches and desire. This is also a land of bandits and thieves, where they ambush unwary caravans and travelers. As we follow the peddler along the desert sands, he was singing a song.
Peddler: Oh, I come from a land
From a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where it's flat and immense
And the heat is intense
It's barbaric, but hey--it's home!
When the wind's in the east
And the sun's from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down,
Stop on by
Hop a carpet and fly
To another Arabian night!
As the sun sets behind him, the peddler arrives at the marvelous city of Agrabah. A massive palace looms over its equally massive city as the people hung their clothes and performers breathed fire. The peddler proceeds into the city, as he continues to sing.
Peddler: Arabian nights
Like Arabian days
More often than not
Are hotter than hot
In a lot of good ways
Arabian nights
'Neath Arabian moons
A fool off his guard
Could fall and fall hard
Out there on the dunes.
He stops into a nearby alleyway for the night, as his camel breathes deeply in exhaustion. So worn out and tired in fact, the camel collapses to the ground. The small peddler slides off from the hump and onto the ground. After his feet touched the ground, he appears to have noticed a heavily robed traveler, probably a foreign tourist, passing him by in the street.
Peddler: Ah, Salaam and good evening to you, worthy friend.
The traveler stops, looks around to see if the peddler was calling out someone else. Seeing that no one else was out at this time of night, he looks at the peddler and points at himself if he was the one being called.
Peddler: Yes, you. Please, please, come closer.
The traveler walks up the peddler, unaware as to why he, a stranger in a foreign land, was called on.
Traveler: You asked for me?
Peddler: Yes, I take it that you're a traveler and as such are new here, are you not?
Traveler: Why...as a matter of fact I am. If you're trying to pass yourself off as a fortuneteller, that as much as you'll get from me.
Peddler: No, no, my friend! I meant no offense. I couldn't help but notice you wandering through the streets at this time of night.
Traveler: Well, I have been wandering for some time; I only found this place by chance and I've never seen a city like this.
Peddler: Ah, then you're in luck, weary traveler! Welcome to Agrabah. City of mystery...of enchantment...and the finest merchandise this side of the river Jordan, on sale today, come on down! Heh, heh!
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