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"So you were a genie Papa?" The boy asked.“Yes my son,” the genie answers proudly with a smile.The boy looked at him with a face of admiration.“Yeah right. As if there's even such a thing as genies or flying carpets,” the girl said, rolling her eyes. “If there really is such a thing, why don't you take us to Aggrabbah and show us all this stuff.”“Why, that is exactly where we're going!” The former maid of Princess Jasmine said. “We're going to the funeral of the late sultan, the father of the current Sultana, Lady Jasmine. It's
very sad really, he was such a good man. But we will introduce you to Lady Jasmine and Prince Aladdin, or Ali, and their son. I hear he’s about your age actually.” And off they went to Agrabah, to console Lady Jasmine of her loss and to meet the rest of the royal family. “Your majesties, you have guests,” Proclaimed Hakim. “They seem very familiar to me, or at least the adults.”“Thank you Hakim, you may let them in,” said the Prince.“Hello my dear Prince Ali, how are you today,” said the genie upon entering.“Very well my genie friend. And how are you and your family?” replied the prince with a smile.“I told you,” whispered the boy to his sister.“As well as they could be living on a boat as we are, thanks for asking. Now I would like to introduce my children, Lian and Omar.”