A tendril of purple mist in front of a wall of red flames. The mist forms into golden letters: "Saga". The letters shimmer, then blow away.

In a desert, a short peddler rides a Camerupt.

Peddler:

Oh I come from a land,

from a faraway place

Where the caravan camels roam

Where it's flat and immense, / And the heat is intense

It's barbaric, but hey, it's home!

When the wind's from the east,

And the sun's from the west,

And the sand in the glass is right

Come on down, stop on by

Hop a carpet and fly

To another Arabian night!

Arabian nights

Like Arabian days

More often than not

Are hotter than hot

In a lot of good ways!

Arabian nights

'neath Arabian moons

A fool off his guard

could fall and fall hard

out there on the dunes.

In a nighttime street, the peddler slides off his camel and addresses us.

Camerupt panting.

Peddler: Ah, salaam, and good evening to you, worthy friend. Please, please, come closer. (Camera zooms in hitting peddler in face) Too close. A little too close. (Pulls his face just a little further from the camera) There. Welcome to Agrabah, city of mystery, of enchantment, (Opens the pouch on his camel which transforms into a bazaar stall) and the finest merchandise this side of the river Jordan, on sale today. Come on down. Heh, heh. Look at this. Yes. Combination hookah and coffee maker. Also makes julienne fries. Will not break. (taps it on table) will not... (it falls apart) It broke. Ohh! Look at this. (Pulls out Tupperware) I have never seen one of these intact before. This is the famous Dead Sea Tupperware. Listen. (Pries it open, makes raspberry sound.) Ah, still good. (Camera begins to pan to the right. The peddler hurries to catch it.) Wait, don't go! (Stop pan.) I can see that you're only interested in the exceptionally rare. I think, then, you would be most rewarded to consider this. (The peddler pulls the iconic magic lamp out from his sleeve.) Do not be fooled by its commonplace appearance. Like so many things, it is not what is outside, but what is inside that counts. (Another pan, this one slower to the left. Again, the peddler rushes to catch up.) This is no ordinary lamp! It once changed the course of a young man's life. A young man who, liked this lamp, was more than what he seemed. A diamond in the rough. Perhaps you would like to hear the tale? (The peddler pours shiny sand from the lamp into his hand.) It begins on a dark night... (The peddler throws sand into the sky, where it forms a starry nightscape.) where a dark man waits with a dark purpose.

Camera tilts down to find Loki sitting on his Rapidash and Chatot on his shoulder. Fafner comes riding up to the pair.

Rapidash knickers.

Loki: You are late.

Fafner: A thousand apologies, O Patient One.

Loki: You have it then?

Fafner: I had to slit a few throats, but I got it. (Pulls out half of the medallion. Loki reaches out for it, but Fafner yanks it back.) Ah-ah-ahhh. The treasure. (Chatot squawks as he flies by and grabs the medallion.) Ow!

Loki: Trust me, my pungent friend. You'll get what's coming to you.

Chatot: What's coming to you. Awk!

Loki pulls out the second half of the medallion. He connects them, forming a golden scarab. It comes to life and flies away.

Loki: Quickly! Follow the trail!

On horseback, the trio chase the medallion across the moonlit desert.

Loki: Faster!

The creature splits in two, each half lodging into a sand dune. A towering tiger's head rises from the dune. The pieces of the scarab form its glowing eyes. The men's Rapidashs rear on their hind legs, throwing their riders off. Loki grins as the tiger head opens its cavernous mouth.

Rapidash neighs and the wind starts howling.

Loki: At last, after all my years of searching, the Cave of Wonders.

Chatot: Awk. Cave of Wonders!

Fafner: (whispering) By Allah...

Loki: Now, remember. Bring me the lamp! The rest of the treasure is yours, but the lamp... is mine. [chuckles]

Fafner starts to approach the lion's mouth, which forms the entrance to the cave. He chuckles as he goes.

Chatot: Awk, the lamp. Awk, the lamp. (Now that Chatot and Loki are alone, Chatot opens up in normal English.) Jeez, where'd ya dig this bozo up?

Loki puts his finger to his lips and shushes him. Fafner creeps towards the oral entrance of the cave. He peers inside of the mouth as its tongue morphs into a staircase. He tiptoes around one of the tiger's fangs, but is blown away by the roar of the cave's speaking.

Cave: [echoing rumble] Who disturbs my slumber?

Fafner: [thief gasps] It is I, Fafner, a humble thief.

Cave: Know this. Only one may enter here... one whose worth lies far within. A diamond in the rough.

Fafner turns to Loki with a questioning look.

Loki: What are you waiting for? Go on.

beast sighing

Fafner hesitates, then moves one foot inside the cave. With great apprehension, he plants his foot down. Nothing happens. Relieved, he begins his trek again. Then another roar comes. He turns back, but the lion's mouth slams shut and the dune collapses back to normal. All that are left are Loki, Chatot, and the 2 separated halves of the medallion.

Loki: NOOOOOOO!

Cave: Seek thee out the diamond in the rough.

Chatot: [coughing] I can't believe it. I just don't believe it! We're never gonna get a hold of that stupid lamp! Just forget it! Look at this. Look at this. I'm so ticked off that I'm molting. (He flies up to Loki's shoulder.)

Loki: Patience, Chatot. Patience. Fafner was obviously less than worthy.

Chatot: (extremely sarcastic) Oh, there's a big surprise. That's an incredi- I think I'm gonna have a heart attack and die from not surprise. What are we gonna do? We got a big problem here, a big- (Loki pinches his beak shut.)

Loki: Yes. Only one may enter. I must find this one, this... diamond in the rough.