dizzy_land | Application for Aladdin (Reply)

Aladdin is grinning as he races through the streets of Agrabah, although he really shouldn't be, what with the whole being chased after by bloodthirsty guards and all. Cornered, he runs up stairs, grabs his little monkey friend, then jumps out a window. The guards will follow, he knows, but they're not nearly as able to float on non-animated rugs as he is.

"All you gotta do is juuuuuuuump!" he sings out cheerfully.

Then he lands, and what in the world is going on?

Mickey coughs theatrically. “What is your name?"
Aladdin looks surprisingly unnerved by the two-dimensional talking mouse. It probably had something to do with his ability to communicate with a monkey. “I’m Aladdin, but you can call me Al if you want.”

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
“To survive, mostly.” That doesn’t seem like a very noble quest, so Aladdin continues. “Oh, and to find out what happened to my dad. And where’s Abu?”

"What is the average w..?" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. “If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?"
“Oh, wow, I really don’t know. I doubt that’ll ever happen anyway, so I don’t really see how it matters.” After thinking for a moment, Aladdin returns to his earlier questioning. “Abu, you know, monkey? In a vest? With a little hat?”

"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
“Well, if they could get away with it then more to them. It probably takes a lot to outsmart a genie. Well, a smart genie. The monkey, probably stealing something? Is this ringing any bells?”

Mickey looks rather nonplussed at the next, but reads, “When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?"
“Barter? Why on earth would I do that? I mean, I suppose it would be less dangerous than stealing, but where’s the adventure in that?”

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
“What?” Aladdin looks confused. Chocolate? That’s not something he’s heard of. “Um… what is that?” He appears to have given up on his search for Abu. The little guy can probably take care of himself for a little while anyway.

“Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. “Explain."
Finally, an easy question. Well, the rest of them had been pretty easy. The chocolate one had thrown him for a loop, though. "Humans and monkeys," he answers promptly. "Because I'm a human, obviously, and Abu is a monkey." That, and he doesn't really know what half of the other things are.

"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?"
Aladdin glances around for a second. "Um... no? Wait, why for my safety, do I need something sharp?" There don't seem to be any convenient Agrabah guards standing around waiting to drop their swords. Speaking of which, where is he?

((Obviously, this is Aladdin. From... um... Disney's Aladdin. I’m taking him from the very, very beginning of the first movie. Think right after the One Jump song.))