Disney's Aladdin: 
Hot Spell 2:
By Jill Weber
Characters copyrighted by Disney Corporation 
and used without permission

A sequel, of sorts, to Hot Spell and The Bride of Mozenrath

Dedicated to the Kind Person who emailed me and whose letter I so careless lost. Mea Culpa
 
     Princess Jasmine was worried. Some of her father's courtiers 
had tried to assassinate him. It was only luck that Carpet had 
overheard the plot and had been able to warn the Sultan.  

     On top of that, Aladdin was ill. Dr. Latif had thought it 
only sand fever at first, but mere sand fever shouldn't last this 
long. 

     Jasmine couldn't concentrate. So she wandered around her room 
picking things up at random. She looked for the portrait she had 
done of Aladdin and couldn't find it. She tried to remember the 
last time she'd seen it. When she did, she had a panic attack and 
went running for Genie.

     "You're sure?" Genie asked her. For once he was too serious 
to keep changing forms.

     "Absolutely," Jasmine said. "The last time I saw it was in 
Mozenrath's Citadel."

     Genie scowled. "If Mozen-Brat-Worst has the picture, he could 
be using it to make Al sick."

     "So I've got to go get it,"Jasmine decided.
 
     "Not alone!" Genie declared. 

     "I won't be alone, but *you* have to stay here to keep an eye 
on Aladdin,"Jasmine said. "If Mozenrath tries something, or if one 
of the other villains attacks, you're the one who can protect him 
the best."

     Genie sighed but didn't argue. "Very well, but I have a few 
little parlor tricks that you might find helpful."

     ***

     They had to move fast. Mozenrath had magic detectors all over 
the Land of the Black Sand. Carpet will have set them all off by 
now. They snuck through the halls of the Citadel, which were still 
pink after Mozenrath's altercation with the water elemental known 
as Saleen.

     The pocket compass that Genie gave her lead Jasmine right to 
where Mozenrath had Aladdin's portrait. It was being held in a web 
of red lights, surrounded, no doubt, by a plethora of traps and 
alarms. Those didn't worry her, she had a secret weapon for *just* 
such a contingency.

     "Well, if it isn't my sweet little former house maid," 
sneered a too familiar voice. "What's the matter, Little Princess, 
did  you loose something? Like your little street rat?"

     Jasmine glared at him. "I came for my property, Mozenrath. 
Give it back."

     Mozenrath smirked. "Give it back? Just when I have achieved 
my aims? Soon your precious Aladdin will be dead, and everyone 
will know that *I* killed him!"

     "Nobody will know you had anything to do with it," Jasmine 
snorted contemptuously. "As far everyone knows, Aladdin's disease 
is natural. However, everyone does know that you never beat him! 
And that's how it's going to stay."

     Mozenrath was indignant. "You'd lie? You're a *PRINCESS*!" 

     "I'm also a politician's daughter."

     Mozenrath snarled. "That still doesn't tell me why I should 
give you the portrait."

     Jasmine shrugged. "You made Aladdin sick. That should be 
revenge enough for now. Besides, if you give me back the portrait, 
I'll get Genie to unpink your Citadel for you."

     Mozenrath gaped, then the reminder of how Aladdin had tricked 
him with a false bride touched off a temper tantrum. "I have a 
better idea! I'll FRY your street rat!" he turned to hurl a 
fireball at Aladdin's portrait.

     It was gone.

     Jasmine had stalled Mozenrath for several minutes. More than 
enough time for her Secret Weapon, also known as Abu, to get his 
thieving little paws on Aladdin's portrait. 

     "You little..." Mozenrath raged. He wheeled around to hurl the 
fireball at Jasmine, only to get a face full of Genie's other 
secret weaponÉ 

     A water balloon filled with pink paint.

     The shock caused him to drop his fireball behind him. By the time the 
fireball hit the ground, Carpet, Jasmine and Abu were well clear 
of the Citadel. They didn't hear the explosion or Mozenrath's howl 
of anguish.

     However, thanks to Genie's magic, they did find out that 
Aladdin was on his feet many weeks before Mozenrath was able to 
sit down.