It’s a warm morning in Agrabah, and the street rat is ready to begin a new day that’s dawning beautifully. Of course, it has to be done with such a thing as stealing, because hey... he needs the food if he’s gonna live. Thus, he and his little monkey companion start the morning out by quickly jumping rooftop to rooftop and stopping on the awning above the melon cart. They haven’t stolen from here in quite a while; you know, best to kind of... shift stealing points every few days. They never know where to catch you if they never know which cart is next.
And Razoul wasn’t exactly the best at figuring out which cart the young thief was gonna steal from next. So... what to do, what to do...
Whoops! That’s it. He signaled to Abu, who jumped onto the head of the nearest resident of the Marketplace, starting up the distraction that led to the melon cart salesman leaving his post quickly to see what the hullabaloo was about. That left Aladdin open to grab two melons, and then two more for later today, when it was lunchtime.
It wasn’t the best existence, but at least he had a home, a friend, and food. That was the best he could ask for.