The Fastest Porter in the Land Jamillah and Aladdin

I was delighted when Jamillah was born,

the seventh child is always a lucky child.

Her big brothers adored her, and she adored them.

Her grandfather, Jiddo, told her magical stories, which is

how she learned about me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who drew that? I'm way handsomer!

Jamillah grew up to be courageous.

One rainy day,

Jiddo sent her up to the attic to get a box from his trunk.

Boy, was she in for a surprise.

If any genies are listening, could you give me a wish?

Your wish is my command. SHE SCREAMS

Ow!

Listen, don't go dropping the lamp again, OK?

But, greetings, oh wondrous one, tell me your wish.

I wish for an adventure.

Where is that slug of a boy with my lemons?

No lemons, yet. A thousand apologies.

-These modern boys are so lazy, mine is late with the eggs.

-Hmm.

No lemons today, Mustafa?

No eggs?

Tut, tut, tut.

Missing eggs and thin air, perfect ingredients for an invisible cake(!)

I am the soul of despair, Madame,

but the lemons should be here any moment.

-Your boy is late too, he wouldn't be called...

-BOTH: Aladdin.

Excuse me! Out of the way! Sorry!

Sorry! Out of the way!

-Sorry, out of my way! I'm in a hurry!

-Aladdin!

-Jamillah.

-Watch out.

Aladdin! What have you done to my lemons?

I give you work, and this is how you repay me?

What is that?

Aladdin!

You'd better get out of here, quick!

You are hours too late and you've ruined my stock.

Oh, but Mustafa, these are the finest lemons in the land.

I mean, look how yellow they are, like precious jewels.

My eggs better not be broken.

Oh, your eggs.

-I forgot your eggs.

-Oh, really?

Then I will just forget about paying you.

But you owe me for two weeks. Last week and the week before.

Deliver my eggs before call to prayer,

or you will get nothing from me but a babouche.

Go!

Be careful, Aladdin, or we might be looking for a new delivery boy.

HE HUMS

I'm sure he'll be all right.

HE INHALES DEEPLY

And now, for the upward facing orang-utan.

Hey! Whoa, there you are.

-What is that?

-It's my bike. And it's just what you need.

-Your what?

My bike.

I wasn't sure I could magic it here, but it worked.

It's the weirdest cart I've ever seen.

Learn how to ride this,

and you'll be the fastest delivery boy in all the land.

Come on, I'll teach you.

I love this city. No cars!

OK, so you'll feel wobbly at first but just keep peddling.

-No matter what.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Introducing the fastest delivery boy in the land.

Faster than a crow, watch me go...

CRASH!

Ooo!

-This bike's broken.

-I told you to keep on pedalling.

-Aladdin, are you ready this time?

-I'm ready, Jamillah.

All right, I'm going to hold on to you at first.

-I'm going to let go.

-Not yet! Not yet!

Ha-ha! Go Aladdin!

BICYCLE BELL RINGS

Time to go and get the eggs.

BICYCLE BELL RINGS

-Hello, Aladdin.

-Thank you. Now egg lady will have to pay me.

-Whoa!

-THEY BOTH SCREAM

-Oops!

-What do you mean "oops"?

How about "argh"!

No eggs, means no money. No money means no food.

My mother's going to be furious.

Wait! Don't you have chickens?

Yeah!

Let's go!

I can't bake for the Sultan's daughter with apologies,

-I need eggs!

-Aladdin promised to deliver them

by the last call to prayer, and if he does not...

-Aha! I found one.

-One? We need loads.

CHICKENS CLUCK

THEY IMITATE THE CHICKENS

Om, tiddly om, pom.

Focus on breathing. Block out all distractions.

Om...

-IN HIS HEAD:

-I'm a better chicken than you, Aladdin.

Jamillah!

HE COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

What's with all the bwarking?

Genie, I need you to conjure up lots of eggs before call

-to prayer or I won't get paid.

-Of course.

A simple task for a genie-us like myself.

Om lay, om la.

Um, not quite.

That was the warm up.

This is the right spell.

Sheela, Shalla, azey.

These aren't hens' eggs, they were all different colours.

-They look like sweets.

-What?

Better get rid of these(!)

HE SCOFFS NOISILY

Mmmm!

Third time's a charm!

Billah, balla, bojay!

-Yes!

-You did it. Three cheers for genie. Genie! Genie! Genie!

BOTH: Genie, genie! Genie! Genie!

Bye!

Oh, oh, take care, have fun.

Hello, Imam, time for the evening prayers?

But don't call it yet, we need to get to the market first!

I told you not to trust that tortoise Porter.

Have the eggs arrived? The Sultan's daughter is waiting for her baba.

Madame, I am delighted see you, the eggs should be here any moment now.

Are they just going to magically appear?

I'll tell the whole market you're a rotten egg trader.

-A flea on a goat. A slug on the vine.

-A pimple on a chin.

-A wart on a finger.

-A worm on a fig. A whisker on a princess. A...

-Hello!

I think you ordered some eggs.

-And what's that I hear?

-Yes, yes, it's the call to prayer.

You made it just in time.

Thanks, egg lady. Good doing business with you!

Have you ever seen such magnificent eggs? It was worth the wait.

I think... EXPLOSION!

THEY SCREAM IN SURPRISE

EXPLOSIONS AND SCREAMS IN THE DISTANCE

Good old Genie!

The Sultan's daughter will like this a lot better than cake,

I'll take the lot. Name your price.

Are you sure I can't keep the bike?

I'm sure. My parents will think I've lost it, but I'll bring it back.

Hey there. Thought I'd try it out myself.

As you can see, I'm a natural.

Let's race.

You'll never beat us.

Eat my dust!

Whoo! Whoo!

Come back here!

Wait!

Wait!

Every story has an ending, and eventually,

Jamillah had to say goodbye to Baghdad.

It was nice to get home and see her family, but Jamillah couldn't

wait for her next adventure with Aladdin and me, her brilliant Genie.

# So what is your wish?

# Say, oh, wondrous one

# Just don't rock my lamp and your will is done

# No need for applause

# Yes, I'm number one

# 1,000 years in here, it's been too long

# Your genius Genie, so smart and strong

# Shazam, alakazam, Oh, it's all gone wrong

# She's Jamillah, she's a scamp

# I'm the Genie from the lamp

# That's Aladdin, he's our lad

# In old Baghdad

# She's Jamillah, she's a scamp

# I'm the Genie from the lamp

# That's Aladdin, he's our lad

# In old Baghdad

# She's Jamillah, she's a scamp

# I'm the Genie from the lamp

# Eat my dust, oh, this is slow

# By grace, watch me go-oh-oh.

# La, la, la, la,

# La, la, la, la

# La, la, la, la,

# La, la, la, la. #