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The Isle of the Lost

P.22

If Mal lived above a shop, Jay, son of Jafar, actually lived inside one, sleeping on a worn carpet beneath a shelf straining under ancient television sets with manual dials, radios that never worked, and telephones that had actual cords attached to them. His father had been the former grand vizier of Agrabah, feared and respected by all, but that was a long time ago, and the evil enchanter was now the proprietor of Jafar’s Junk Shop, and Jay, his only son and heir, was also his sole supplier. If Jay’s destiny had once been to become a great prince, only his father remembered it these days.

“You should be on top of an elephant, leading a parade, waving to your subjects,” Jafar mourned that morning as Jay prepared for school, pulling a red beanie over his long, straight dark hair and choosing his usual attire of purple-and-yellow leather vest and dark jeans. He flexed his considerable muscles as he pulled on his black studded gloves.

“Whatever you say, Dad!” Jay winked with a mischievous smile. “I’ll try to steal an elephant if I come across any.”

Because Jay was a prince, all right. A prince of thieves, a con man, and a schemer, whose lies were as beautiful as his dark eyes. As he made his way through the narrow cobblestone streets, dodging rickshaws manned by Professor Ratigan’s daredevil crew, he took advantage of their frightened passengers ducking under clotheslines weighed down by tattered robes and dripping capes to filch a billfold or two. Ursula chased him away from her fish and chips shop, but not before he had managed to grab a handful of greasy fries, and he took a moment to admire a collection of plastic jugs of every size and shape offered by another storefront, wondering if he could fit one in his pocket.

P.124

Jafar was wearing a faded bathrobe over saggy pajamas with little lamps printed all over them. If twenty years of being frozen could turn a raven cuckoo, twenty years of life among the lost had done just as much to diminish the former Grand Vizier of Agrabah’s infamy, along with his grandeur and panache (at least, that was how his father thought of it). Gone were the sumptuous silks and plush velvet jackets, replaced by a uniform of ratty velour sweat suits and sweat-stained undershirts that smelled a little too strongly of their shop’s marketplace stand, which was located, rather unfortunately and quite directly across from the horse stalls.

The sleek black beard was now raggedy and gray, and there was the aforementioned gut. Iago had taken to calling him “the sultan,” since Jafar now resembled his old adversary in size; although, in all fairness, Iago himself looked like he was on a daily cracker binge.

In return, Jafar called his feathered pal things that were unrepeatable by any standard, even a parrot’s.

Jay hated his father’s pajamas: they were a sign of how far their once royalty-adjacent family had fallen. The flannel was worn so thin in places you could see Jafar’s belly roll beneath it. Jay tried not to look too closely, even now, in the shadows of the early morning light.

P.162

He led them to his private sitting room in the back of the shop, a cozy den full of jewel-toned curtains and Oriental rugs, tufted satin pillows and brass lamps and sconces that gave it a mournful, exotic, desert air. Jafar took a seat on one of the long, low couches and motioned for them to make themselves comfortable on the ottomans. “When I was released from my genie bottle and brought here to this cursed island, while I was whizzing through the air, I saw what looked at first like just an ordinary forest but upon closer observation was actually a black castle covered in thorns.”

P.255

“Yes, but who sent him there?” asked Jay with a superior smile. “If it wasn’t for Jafar, Aladdin would have never found it. Hence it was my father’s lamp all along.” He looked annoyed. “But nobody ever mentions that part, do they? And my dad said he thought there might be other things hidden in the mist—he must have suspected this might be here too.”

Descendants [SCRIPT]

AZIZ

Didn’t your daddy teach you how to play Tourney?Or was he too busy talking to parrots?

JAY

You must be Alaadin’s kid. I guess you’ll be taking over the lamp polishing business.

Return to the Isle of the Lost

P.202

Jay bowed down and removed his beanie so the good professor could lay his hand on his head too. “Jay of Agrabah, a boy of many talents, open your eyes and discover that the riches of the world are all around you.”

P.260

Jay looked around. There wasn’t much to see, just a whole lot of desert, and wave after wave of sand dunes. “This must be my territory. It looks a little like what my dad always told me about Agrabah. Although something tells me we won’t find any magic lamps, friendly genies, or flying carpets here.”

P.267

Leave your friends behind and pass through that doorway with me, and you shall have all the riches you desire.

Jay blinked, and suddenly he was seated on a raised platform, wearing a white turban on his head. He was not in the cave at all. He was the Sultan of Agrabah, the richest man in Auradon. Next to him were piles of gold and every kind of precious jewel.

A feast had been set before him with all his favorite dishes, and the people surrounding him bowed, fear in their eyes.

This was what his father had always wanted. His true place in Auradon, above everyone, above everything, wealthy beyond reason, with all the riches of the world at his feet.

All the riches of the world…

Auradon Spirit Book

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Lonnie’s Warrior Sword

P.160

Jay’s shoulders slouched. “I said her father’s powers were overrated.”

Lonnie’s eyes widened. “You did what?”

Jay sighed and refused to meet Lonnie’s eye. She could tell he was ashamed about what he was about to say. “We were filming Jordan’s documentary and, you know, just kind of chatting about stuff. Life, classes, parents. She claimed her father was the most powerful genie of all time, and I…well, I didn’t agree.”

Lonnie narrowed her eyes at him.

“Hey.” Jay defended himself, holding up his hands. “I grew up hearing stories about that epic day when my father stole the lamp and enslaved the great and powerful genie. That kind of stuff rubs off on you. Anyway, I was getting annoyed at all the bragging she was doing about her dad, so I casually reminded her of the time her father lost to my father. She totally overreacted, got all huffy, and stormed off.”

Escape from the Isle of the Lost

P.25

The first coach was a muscular gentleman in a black-and-gold vest, voluminous white pants, and gold shoes with curled tips. He wore a grand white turban with a ruby in the middle and a gold stripe running around it. “Jay!” he said heartily, as if they were old friends. “I am Coach Razoul, formerly captain of the guard at the Sultan’s palace. But now I head up the athletics program at ASU—Agrabah State University.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Jay, bowing to the coach.

The coach bowed in return, seemingly pleased that Jay remembered Agrabah’s customs. “You must come and visit us sometime. Have you decided where you will continue your education? Would you consider coming home?”

Jay startled at that. While his father was from Agrabah, Jay’s home was the Isle of the Lost. But he didn’t want to embarrass Coach Razoul. “To be honest, I haven’t given it much thought yet.” Graduation was still a few months away. He didn’t have to decide where to go to college yet, did he? Definitely not.

(…)

Coach Razoul gave the archer a condescending smile. “In Agrabah, your dormitory will be a palace! Every meal is a feast, and if you rank first in your class, a genie will grant you three wishes!” He pressed a gold-foil-covered catalog into Jay’s hands.

(…)

Not to be outdone, Coach Razoul presented Jay with a treasure chest of riches—robes with the Agrabah State University crest, new golden slippers, and a genie lamp. “It’s just an oil lamp, no genie in it,” said Coach Razoul with a laugh. “Yet!”

(…)

“Come home to Agrabah,” said Coach Razoul, shaking Jay’s hand once more.

P.28

“Cool,” said Jay. The only inheritance he’d receive from his father was a decrepit junk shop on the Isle of the Lost. But Jafar had been the Sultan’s grand vizier once, the power behind the throne. Perhaps one day Jay could have that same kind of stature, but without the greed and the obsession with Aladdin’s lamp.

P.234

Jay was wearing his rust-colored Agrabah-style leather jacket with the epaulets.

P.239

“It’s awesome,” said Jay. If he chose to enroll at Agrabah State University, he would be burdened by his father’s legacy. Magical Institute Training was prestigious, but sounded way too academic and, well, magical for him—and he wasn’t very good at magic. Sherwood Forest U seemed like the perfect fit.

P.241

JAY OF AGRABAH, CONGRATULATIONS!

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AGRABAH

I’ve never been, but I’ve heard so many stories about Agrabah from my dad. He even had this picture of the place above his desk at the junk shop. I must’ve stared at that photo a hundred times, imagining what it would be like to grow up there.