disclamation: I own neither 'Xiaolin Showdown/Xiaolin Chronicles' nor do I own either adaptation of 'Aladdin'. 'Xiaolin Showdown' and it's sequel/reboot, 'Xiaolin Chronicles' are both owned by Christy Hui. both the animated classic and the live-action remake of 'Aladdin' are owned by Disney.


Somewhere in the middle of a sea just outside of the desert, a great ship appeared in the distance. Behind it was a smaller, more modest and compact ship which housed only four people; a mother, a father, and two children. The children, a brother and sister, were three years apart in age difference. The daughter, Hotaru, was the elder of the siblings. Kengo, the son, was the younger of the two. They soon spotted the larger ship.

Kengo: Hey, look! Over there!

Hotaru: Wow. Their ship is so big.

Kengo: I wish ours was that fancy.

Hotaru: I'd be so happy if ours was that fancy. 'cuz then…

Father: Why is that? Because it looks better? This ship has seen us through many a storm. It may not look like much, but it has something theirs never will.

Kengo turned his head to face his father.

Kengo: What? Wood rot and rats?

Hotaru giggled at her brother's comment. The children's mother folded their laundry.

Mother: Are the children learning something, dear?

Father: It is unclear.

Then, the father clapped his hands together and summoned his children away from the edge of their ship.

Father: Alright, sit, children. I think it's time that I told you the story of Raimundo, Princess Kimiko, and the lamp.

Hotaru: What's so special about a lamp?

Father: Oh, this is a magic lamp.

Kengo: Maybe if you sing.

Hotaru: It's better when you sing.

Father: No, no. No singing. It's been a long day.

Then, the father held his hand to his chest near his throat. But in the end, he began to sing to his children anyway.

Father: Oh, imagine a land. It's a far away place where the caravan camels roam. Where you wander among every culture and tongue. It's chaotic, but hey, it's home. When the winds from the east and the suns 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.

The scene extended to an Arabian-styled sultanate kingdom.