After horse and rider went across the desert from Agrabah, they went into the woods on the other side and somehow got lost.
Sahara snorted and kept his ears up for anything suspicious. The Sultan looked at a map and said, "Hmm. We should be there by now."
An owl hooted when Sahara raised his head at the sound, then the Sultan said, "Maybe we missed a turn. I guess I should have taken the...
Now wait a minute."
He pulled Sahara's reins to stop the horse and looked to see a sign at the point of a fork in the road. Sahara looked and turned his head, but
the Sultan pulled the reins and said, "Well, let's go this way." The Arabian stallion snorted and looked to see a path that was foggy,
scary-looking, and spooky. He looked left to see another path that looked more calm and cheerful. Using his senses, he moved in that direction.
Sadly, he was pulled away as the Sultan said, "Come on, Sahara! It's a shortcut. We'll be there in no time." They went through the dark path and
went down the road in silence. Sahara looked up to the sky and saw the leaves blow away in the breeze. Among the trees, a shadow of a wolf ran
and made Sahara stop dead in his tracks. He snorted in alarm and brought up his head as a howl pierced into the darkness.
The Sultan looked at his map and said, "This can't be right! Where have you taken us, Sahara? Maybe we should turn around." He had the horse
to back up, but the howling intensified and made the horse spook. Sahara backed up too far and crashed the wagon into a tree. Then a flock
of bats flew out of the tree and a frightened Sahara cantered off with a panicked whinny.
The Sultan held the reins and called, "Whoa! Whoa, boy!" The rode of towards a cliff and backed away. The Sultan said, "Good boy. That's it.
No, steady! Now, steady! SAHARA, DON'T! NO!" Sahara reared up as the howls were very loud and accidentally threw the Sultan off! The horse
pulled the wagon and galloped into the woods to get home, with a few wolves chasing after him.
The sky was dark and the Sultan got up as he called, "Sahara?" He didn't hear anything, except for a roll of thunder. He got up, dusted
himself off and placed his royal turban on. He heard growling and turned to see a pack of wolves. He gasped and made a run for it, but
the wolves pursued him. The small old man ran for his life and tripped down a small hill. He looked up to see a gate and ran towards it.
The wolves bared their teeth and growled as the went after him.
The Sultan pulled the gate and shouted, "Help! Is someone there?! HELP!" Then the gates flew open and the Sultan got inside. The wolves were
about to pounce, but the gate closes and stopped them. The Sultan tried to get up, by he saw a wolf tearing his pant leg. He pulled it hard and
got it free. The Sultan didn't bother to pick up his turban and gasped in amazement. What he saw before him across the bridge was an enormous
Then lightning flashed in the sky and it began to rain. The Sultan didn't bother to hesitate and went towards the giant doors. He gave a knock
and the door creaked open as the man stepped inside. He looked around to see a hall with a giant staircase, doorways, and statues of gargoyles
around. The area was dark and the Sultan closed the door behind him.
He walked around slowly and called, "Hello?" There was no response and he called again, "Hello?" A voice with a British accent said, "Poor chap,
he must've lost his way in the woods." Another voice with the same accent said, "Keep quiet! Maybe he'll go away." The Sultan stopped dead in
his tracks and called, "Is someone there?" The second voice said, "Not a word, Basil. Not one word."
The Sultan called, "I-I don't mean to intrude, but I lost my horse and I need a place to stay for the night." The first voice said, "Oh, Dawson.
Do have a heart." The second voice shushed the first voiced, but the sound of something sizzling came and a yelp came. The first voice said,
"Of course, my good fellow. You are welcome here." The Sultan picked up a tall mouse wearing detective attire and looked around, "Who said that?"
What he didn't know is that the mouse was the owner of the voice with a British accent. The mouse said, "Over here!" The mouse his index finger
to tap the Sultan's shoulder and said as the man faced him, "'ello." The mouse dressed as a detective was named Basil.
The Sultan jumped back and dropped Basil. The Sultan looked at the tall mouse and said, "Incredible." The second voice belonged to a shorter,
chubbier mouse dressed as an English gentleman, who said, "Well, now you've done it, Basil! Splended! Just peachy!" The stout mouse was named
Dr David Q. Dawson or Dawson for short. Then the Sultan picked up Dawson and said, "By Allah! Who is this accomplished?"
Dawson squirmed, "Put me down at once!" he shouted making the Sultan pause. "Do you mind?" The Sultan replied, "Oh, I beg your pardon. It's just
that I've never seen a mouse-" He paused as he was about to sneeze, then he into Dawson's face. Dawson pulled out a hankercheif from his coat
pocket and wiped his face clean.
The Sultan also pulled out his hankerchief, only to wipe his nose as he sniffled. Basil looked at the Sultan and said, "Oh, you must be soaked to
the bone, old chap. Come, warm yourself by the fire." Basil led the Sultan into a lit room as the Sultan said, "Thank you."
As the Sultan followed Basil, a tall furry figure saw what was going on and made a soft snarl. The figure bolted away as Dawson said, "No, no, no!
You know what the master will do if he finds him in here!" Dawson held the Sultan's cape and shouted, "I demand that you stop right there!" The
chubby mouse lost his balance and fell down the steps a tiny bit. He saw Basil seat the Sultan into a large chair near the fireplace.
Dawson whined, "Oh no, no! Not the master's chair!" The a running footstool named Toby barked happily as he saw a guest in the chair. Dawson
covered his eyes and panicked "I'm not seeing this! I'm not seeing this!" Toby went over to the Sultan, who recieved a rub on the head and a
smile, "Hello there, boy!" Toby snorted and got under the Sultan's feet to relax, as well as propping them up. A Pikachu got out a warm purple
blanket and wrapped it around the Sultan. The yellow mouse bowed to him as a proper Japanese person would and said, "Pika!" The Sultan smiled,
"Alright! This has gone far enough! I'm in charge here-" Dawson was interupted when a tea cart rolled over him towards the Sultan and a plump
female mouse dressed as a maid said, "How would you like a nice spot of tea, sir? It'll warm you up in no time." Her name was Mrs. Judson. She
poured the Sultan a cup of tea with her son, a little brown mouse boy named Fieval clinging on to one side opposite of the handle.
Dawson said with his face on the floor, "No. No tea." He got up and shouted, "NO TEA!" Nobody listened as the Sultan picked up the teacup and took
a sip. Fieval giggled as he feels the Sultan's white beard tickled his fur. "His beard's so ticklish, Mama."
The Sultan looked up at Fieval after setting down the teacup and smiled, "Oh, hello." Then doors flew open and the flames in the fireplace died
out. Basil turned around fast, panicked. Mrs Judson was shaking in fear as Fieval hid behind her. He nervously said with his ears dropped,
"Uh-oh...." The Sultan shook nervously as the shadow creeps up.
The shadow was tall and belonged to the figure in the doorway. The figure was strong monstrous rat with grey fur and yellow eyes. He had
razor-sharp pointed teeth and a long scaly pink tail. He stood at least seven feet tall, had long black claws on his pink hands and feet.
He wore a black and blood red cape, tattered pants that were black as well, and a golden brooch that held the cape in place.
The Rat got on all fours and walked in with a growl.
A deep, menacing voice said, "There's a stranger here." Basil said, "Master, allow me to explain. You see, this gentleman was lost in the woods.
He was cold and wet, so-" He was cut short when a loud roar came from the Rat. Basil shook nervously as well as the others. Dawson poked his
head from a rug and said, "Master, I would to take this moment to say... I was against this from the start! It was all his fault! I tried to
stop them, but will they listen to me? No! No!" He stopped as another roar came out and hid himself under the rug like a blanket.
The Sultan looked right and looked to see himself face to face with the Rat. He made a gasp and lept out of the chair as the Rat advanced on
him, "Who are you and what are you doing here?!" The Rat stood on his legs and snarled at the shaking man. The Sultan stammered, "I-I was lost
in the woods and-" He was cut off as the Rat shouted, "You not welcome here!"
"I-I'm sorry." the Sultan apologized quickly, but stared at the Rat in fear. Acknowledging this, the Rat leaned over to the man and snarled,
"What are you staring at?!" "Nothing" the Sultan lied quickly. The Rat accused, "So you've come to stare at the RAT, have you?!" The Sultan
tried to make it to the exit, but the grey Rat blocked him.
"Please! I meant no harm!" the Sultan backed away and implored in a frightened tone, "I just needed a place to stay!" Hearing no more, the Rat
grabbed the Sultan by the arms and growled, "I'll give you a place to stay!" The Sultan kicked his legs and shouted, "No! Please! No! NOOOO!"
The mice looked in sorrow and bowed their heads as the door slammed shut.