The Magical Flying Horse 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, 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 genie is in this lamp,

could you give me a wish?

Your wish is my command.

-RUMBLING

-Oh!

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

greetings, O wondrous one! Tell me your wish.

I wish for...

an...

adventure.

People of Baghdad,

today marks the birthday of our sultan's dear nephew, Salim.

I challenge you to present him

a magnificent present,

something that will put

a smile on his sweet face.

-Kutchy-kutchy...

-LAUGHTER

Ahem.

The person whose gift delights Salim

will win three gold coins.

BYSTANDERS GASP

I expect your offerings by the midday sun.

So, what do you want?

My name's Jamillah, what do you want for your birthday?

-You could never give me something that

-I

-want.

Argh!

GASPING

-Try me.

-All right, then, a flying horse.

-A what?

A flying horse, too much to ask for from the likes of you.

I'll get you a flying horse, don't you worry.

Come on, chicken. Come on, chicken.

Come on, that's it.

No, no, no, no, don't go running off.

Stay.

Come on.

Got one, at last.

-Hey, Aladdin.

-Oh, almost!

Oh, hi, Jamillah. I'm trying to get these chickens back in their pen.

Can you take a break? It's Salim's birthday and we must make him smile.

And to do that, we have to build a flying horse.

Salim's spoiled rotten, I don't care if he smiles or not.

But whoever wins gets three gold coins.

Three gold coins...

I could buy food, I could buy a talking parrot and painted turtles.

-Let's do it.

-Yes.

-Come on.

As Genie passes the halfway point, oh, what steady hands,

what precision! Can he beat the world record?

Oh! And his hands start to waver. Oh, no!

This is...not bad.

Only one thing left to do.

The crowd gasps, as Genie approaches the finish line.

HE GASPS

A damsel faints on the front row.

Will he do it? Will...he...do...it?

-JAMILLAH AND ALADDIN:

-Genie!

Whoa...

Argh!

-Whoa.

-Genie!

-Your timing is impeccable, O master of the lamp.

-Is that a chair?

-What?

-It's a horse, it's obviously a horse.

-Of course, a horse.

-Yeah.

-Of course.

-And we need you to make it fly.

Erm...

Uh-huh.

So can you do it?

Of course I can. I just need to get ready.

Lumberjacks.

Flying horses can be tricky, you see.

And...I'm...ready.

Stand back.

Almosah-me, almosah-may!

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Ah!

-THEY LAUGH

-Yes!

-Ah.

It's not flying, it's not flying.

Erm...

Look!

Wings? Aren't they beautiful?

Wings? All right.

We're going to win this.

Uhhh...win what? Where are we going?

Come on, we'll explain on the way.

My gift to you is called soap.

A combination of the most delightful fragrances.

Frankincense, oleander, myrrh

and the rarest ingredients to make your skin smell and look divine.

If his highness would care to have a sniff.

Sniff your hands?

How dare you ask a man of his nobility to do such a thing.

Get out of my sight!

Next!

Your Excellency, this is paper.

Made from fallen blossom petals found on the edges

of the Yangtze river.

He who writes on it will create only the most exquisite poetry.

That is not a smile. No smile, be gone.

Not one of you can produce a decent gift for our dearest, Salim?

You are a sorry lot. Next!

Yes, that's right, you are cowards, all.

You are not fit to present your socks to Salim.

You are not worthy to wash his toes, you are not worthy to blow his nose.

Excuse me, sorry, wooden horse coming through.

Greatest gift.

Is this the gift line for the spoilt...

super-sweet, esteemed Salim?

JAMILLAH LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

This better be good.

I have no patience for more embarrassing offerings.

This is the perfect gift for Salim. We know it will make him smile.

We present you, Salim, with a flying horse.

GASPING

It's not working. Why won't it fly?

GASPING

Salim!

Are you all right? Are you hurt?

Look at me.

How dare you embarrass a man of Salim's standing.

Well, he's not a man, he is a kid.

Anyway, it was his fault that it got broken.

You might want to be a bit more diplomatic.

We worked hard on that thing.

And we deserve an apology.

Excuse me?

A peasant dares criticise the Sultan's nephew?

Guards!

Can I see your paper? I have an idea.

-Ah! Argh.

-Wait!

You're going to love this.

For many moons, Salim, you have dreamed of a flying horse

and, finally, today,

this day,

in a minute, your wish will come true.

What is she doing?

I have no idea.

Dreams are things that many people have.

Yet very few dreamers have the chance to live those dreams.

OK, it's ready.

Behold - a flying horse!

GASPING

Oh, no, don't crash!

Do not worry, brave maker of horses.

GENIE BLOWS

A flying horse! And it's mine, all mine.

-Ha!

-See.

-Is that a smile I see?

The corners of the mouth rising, the row of teeth?

HE SIGHS

That is a smile. Unhand them.

Here are your gold coins.

-Now leave, immediately.

-No! No, no, no. Let them stay, I want to play.

-As you say, Your Highness.

-Yay! Throw to me!

-To me, to me!

-Play then, play.

-To me!

GASPING

LAUGHTER

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, O wondrous one

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

# No need for applause Yes, I'm number one

# A thousand 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 a lad in old Baghdad

# She's Jamillah, she's a scamp

# I'm the genie from the lamp

# That's Aladdin, he's a lad in old Baghdad

# She's Jamillah, she's a scamp

# I'm the genie from the lamp

# Flying horse, oh, yes, of course

# Genie's breath, a magic force

# La la la la la la

# La la la la la la la

# La la la la la la

# La la la la la la. #

THEY CHEER