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

                                                                               Arabian nights

                                                                          'Neath Arabian moons

                                                                            A fool off his guard

                                                                         Could fall and fall hard

                                                                         Out there on the dunes

Welcome to the city of Agrabah! This city has enchantment, and romance, and everything in such! But wait! Don't leave! Perhaps I can sell something to you. No? Are you sure? See.. I've got a can, I've got a..a magic lamp..See? If you like..its yours. But the only one to get it..is.."The Diamond in the roof".

                                                                                       ~~~~~

Jafar, The evil sorcerer, was searching through the desert for the path to the magic lamp. His evil partner, Iago, a parrot, was perched on the evil Alicorns shoulder. "Well, Jafar? Where the heck are WE going? Theres a freaking sandstorm, and I'm covered in sand!" The bird spat as he shook the sand out of feathers.

"Patience, Iago! We will get there soon. The Magic will lead us there. Evil magic!" The Alicorn said with an evil grin. He had hired a poor Stallion from the marketplace to go into the cave. Little did Jafar know, this poor Stallion was not the Diamond in the roof. As they quickened pace, the Evil magic swirled around in a spot, and sandstorm lion came out of the sand. It was giant, and the poor Stallion cowered before it.

"WHO DARES TO AWAKEN ME?!" The giant sandstorm lion roared.

"I do. I am Jafar. I have come seeking the magic lamp!" Jafar yelled, as he stomped his hooves to get more grip in the sand.

"TOUCH NOTHING BUT THE LAMP!" It roared again. Jafar shoved the Stallion forward, and he touched his hoof to the Lions mouth. "YOU ARE NOT THE DIAMOND IN THE ROOF!" It screeched. It slowly fell apart, the poor Stallion being eaten up by the piles of sand.

"WHAT A SURPRISE, JAFAR. I'm so un-surprised right now, I THINK I'M GOING TO HAVE A HEART-ATTACK." Iago yelled. Jafar shoved his hoof in Iagos beak to shut him up.

"Do not worry, Iago. We will find this Diamond in the Roof. We will." Jafar trotted away slowly, with Iago on his shoulder still. He knew he would find the Diamond in the roof. He just needed to look closer.