Sir, you are mistaken. Aladdin was a street rat who disappeared under mysterious circumstances. This carpet is the property of Prince Ali (mighty is he!) Ababwa. Totally different person.

“Oh wow, are you gonna show me the world?”

Best I can do is a wild night in Glasgow.

Typical Tesla owner!!!

The carpet has a mind of it's own, like a horse. Maybe the carpet is the asshole.

Never meet your heros.

I imagine a real life remake of Aladdin where a thief kidnaps a rich girl and gets her hooked on opium. They lay in the drug house on a filthy carpet, out of their minds on drugs. A flee infested monkey eats scraps off the floor and yells at them. The thief forces the girl into slavery, always chasing the next high. Until the thief tries to blackmail the girl's father. But the father's business partner finds out and under brutal shariah law the girl gets beheaded. The thief is locked up and goes insane inside the dungeon, he talks to a blueish rock vaguely shaped like a man until he dies from dysentery.