The noise to echo through the emptied allies of Agrabah was the soft wind whistling through. The sophisticated man slowly strolled through an abandoned ally, acting as if the whole world belonged to him and him alone. He heard a barrel creak in the distance, and whipped is head to look around. Seeing nothing, her turned and continued on his way.

“Now!” A deep voice echoes throughout the area. Suddenly, a girl with white hair tackled the man and held her hand to his mouth. He saw مزید of the thieves emerge from behind items and from the shadows. He located the man who held, standing اگلے to a young boy and a lovely young gypsy woman, he recognized from her dancing along the city streets. The man had long black hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. He dressed sophisticatedly, and the man couldn’t figure out why a man of the black hair’s stature was running around with this city trash.

The white-header’s hand tightened around his mouth as another girl emerged. She looked younger then some of them, but he could tell in the dimly lit ally-way that she was still an adult. The newcomer was skimpily dressed, as most of them were, and she had long black hair. The girl came closer, and grabbed his knapsack and tossed it to a man wearing baggy pants and a purple vest. He tried struggling away from his holder when the man began rifling through his items, but White Hair held him tightly.

After both of his pants pockets, his جیکٹ and any other place he could think of, had been emptied, White hair promptly kneed him in the groin, and the band of سٹریٹ, گلی rats and سٹریٹ, گلی mice vanished into the darkness with all of his belongings…

And now children, the story of the Eleven Thieves has begun…