Wow, Yelisa summon's

After meticulously plotting his plans, Jafar allowed himself a good night's sleep. The following morning, he left the house, carrying all his necessities, and made his way to their Scream Hideout.

Though the streets weren't bustling, Jafar noticed the knights patrolling strictly. Seeing them, he quickly realized that he had to avoid being spotted at all costs.

Why? he mused to himself with a smirk. Well, you know... I'm kinda a notorious, wanted boy throughout the city. Remember that proverb: curiosity kills the cat.

With that thought in mind, he sneaked away from the main street, keeping to the shadows as he approached the hideout.

But as he arrived, he was met with a shocking sight. Instead of the familiar house and trees, there stood a towering volcano.

'Is... this one of her magic tricks? he questioned, his mind racing'

Before he could contemplate further, a voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "No... just fuc**ng come in."

As soon as the sentence ended, the volcano instantly reverted back to the mini castle he was accustomed to.

Relieved but still on edge, Jafar entered the hideout and called out,

"Hey, Yelisa, you know I'm your ally, right?"

"Yes," came Yelisa's cool reply.

"Then why the fu*k am I still trapped in an illusion magic in our own fu**ing hideout?" Jafar yelled, his anger barely contained.

"I guess you're just so weak, that's why, my dear friend," Yelisa teased, her tone laced with mockery.

Jafar wasn't in the mood for games. "Forget the crap. How are we supposed to get the Mecha-Zarbil?" he asked, his tone turning serious.

Yelisa, sensing his urgency, dropped her playful demeanor. "Don't worry, just follow me downstairs," she replied, her voice matching his seriousness.

"Okay, but you children of magicians truly learn good spells...," Jafar began, unable to resist a jab.

Before he could finish, Yelisa interrupted him. "You surely can't hide your jealousy."

"How can I?"

Their argument echoed through the narrow stairway as they descended, their banter a familiar routine that masked the tension of the task ahead.