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Challenge: Disney Songs
Title: Rules
Word Count: 5o5
Song: Why Should I Worry? \\ Oliver and Company
Notes: As soon as I saw the challenge, I knew what I wanted to write--the challenge was finding the song to fit it! It's a bit long, but . . . .-.;



‘Okay . . . hmm.’ Genie, clad in a pair of circular spectacles and a frilly pink apron, flipped through the pages at such a speed Aladdin wondered how he could even read each page. ‘A-ha! Rule number four-hundred seventy four!’ He looked up at the soon-to-be prince and grinned. ‘What’s that one?’

Aladdin’s forehead wrinkled as he answered, ‘Isn’t that the rule that states a cat can only walk backwards while wearing a green fez?’

‘Oh, you’re good. You’re very good.’ Genie lost the ‘housewife’ look to a point of a finger and a zap of magic; the book went soaring across the room to land on a tasseled pillow. A beat later and he was next to Aladdin, carefully extracting the boy’s turban from clenched fists. ‘Oh, look; you’ve mussed the feather!’ He instantly adapted the look of a tailor, complete with French accent. ‘Zis will not do at all—nononononono! ‘Ow can we ‘ave zis prince with a faulty cap?’ When Aladdin’s expression didn’t change, he sighed, smoothing the feather carefully. ‘Look: do you love her?’

‘Do you have to ask?’ Aladdin’s eyes took on that dreamy look he always had when talking about Jasmine. ‘Of—of course I do! Just—she just looks at me and I feel like . . .’ he sighed, as well, but his sigh was wistful, a happy sigh. ‘Like I’d do anything.’

‘Relax,’ Genie advised, putting the turban back into Aladdin’s hands. ‘She chose you. She loves you, too, Al.’

‘You know, you’re right,’ declared Aladdin. ‘Why should I worry?’

Genie nodded, circling Aladdin several times in quick succession. ‘Why, indeed! Now go and get her, tiger!’

‘Why should I care?’ Aladdin continued, settling the turban onto his head. ‘Yeah, I may not have a dime, but I’ve got street savoir faire!’

However, his ego-boosting was cut short when he heard Jasmine’s voice. ‘Aladdin? Is that you?’

‘Oh, boy,’ he murmured, beginning to panic. His hands itched to grab the turban off his head, to twist it sheepishly, but he resisted the urge as he answered, ‘Yeah, it’s me. Where are you?’

‘Over here!’ Aladdin followed the sound of her voice and found Jasmine sitting on a stone wall, one knee pulled up to her chin.

‘Nervous?’ she asked, with a smile that made all of his fears suddenly seem small and feeble.

‘Nervous? Me?’ Aladdin winced as his voice rose a few octaves. He jumped up onto the wall beside her and nearly lost his balance, to her giggles. ‘Okay, well, maybe a little,’ he admitted.

Jasmine smiled up at him, standing herself. ‘You’ll be fine,’ she whispered lowly, grasping his hands and raising up on tip-toe. ‘I know it.’

Aladdin opened his mouth to reply, but a nearby shout cut him off. ‘Oh, boy!’ he gasped. In response to Jasmine’s quizzical look, he explained, ‘I just remembered another rule: rule one-thousand, nine-hundred, ninety eight. A future-sultan cannot convene with the princess on top of a wall at high noon.’

‘And that means?’

‘Run!’

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[kacfrog711.livejournal.com]

Aladdin! <3 Very nicely written, too. It was very in character for all of them, and could've fit right into the movie. I liked how you incorperated the lyrics, too; it was very subtle and worked really naturally. And a cute, classically-Disney ending to boot. Really lovely job.