Day 1

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The song Arabian Nights, sung over scenes of the desert and the city of Agrabah, in all its exotic splendor.

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 from 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🎵
🎵Arabian Nights🎵
🎵Like Arabian Days🎵
🎵More often than not🎵
🎵Are hotter than hot🎵
🎵In a lot of good ways🎵

The Narrator, a street vendor, rides a heavily laden camel through the bazaar, the clomp clomp of the camel's hooves falling in beat with the song.

Peddler
🎵Arabian Nights🎵
🎵Neath Arabian moons🎵
🎵A fool off his guard🎵
🎵Could fall and fall hard🎵
🎵Out there on the dunes...🎵

The camel kneels and the narrator slides off with flourish. He brightens, noticing the readers, speaks into the story.

Peddler: Ah, Salaam, and good evening to you, worthy friend. Please, please, come closer.

The page zooms in hitting Peddler in face.

Peddler: Too close. A little to close.

The page zooms in hitt8ng Peddler in face.

Peddler: There. Welcome to Agrabah, city of mystery, of enchantment, and the finest merchandise this side of the river Jordan, on sale today.

He sets up the sand where all the materials are for him to sell.

Peddler: Come on down. Heh, heh. Look at this. Yes. Combination hookah and coffeemaker. Also makes Julienne fries. Will not break.

He taps the machine on table.

Peddler: Will not...

It falls apart.

Peddler: It broke. Ohh! Look at this.

The Peddler pulls out Tupperware

Peddler: I have never seen one of these intact before. This is the famous Dead Sea Tupperware. Listen.

He pries it open, makes raspberry sound.

Peddler: Ah, still good.

The page begins to turn to the right. The Peddler hurries to catch it.

Peddler: Wait, don't go!

It stops from turning.

Peddler: I can see that you're only interested in the exceptionally rare. I think, then, you would be most rewarded to consider this.

The Peddler pulls the Magic Lamp out from his sleeve.

Peddler: Do not be fooled by its commonplace appearance. Like so many things, it is not what is outside, but what is inside that counts.

The page slowly turns to the left. Again, The Peddler rushes to catch up.

Peddler: This is no ordinary lamp. It once changed the course if the young man's life. The young man who liked this lamp was more than what he seemed. A diamond in the rough. Perhaps you would like to hear the tale?

The Peddler pours shiny sand from the lamp into his hand.

Peddler: It begins on a dark night...

The Peddler throws sand into the sky, where it forms a starry nightscape.

Peddler: ...Where a dark man waits with a dark purpose.

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