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With a groan of frustration, Aladdin dumped the books that the Sultan had given him – “Just a little light reading, my boy, to prepare you for your lessons …” – on his bed.

“This is a bad idea, Abu. What do I know about being a student?”

His invitation to the Disney Academy had arrived a few days before and, after much deliberation and long conversations with all of his friends, Aladdin had finally made his decision. He had to go. The Black Mist was getting closer and closer every day and, so far, there seemed to be nothing – not even the phenomenal cosmic powers of the Genie – capable of stopping it. If travelling to the Academy could save Agrabah, turning down the invitation wasn’t an option.

( That didn’t mean he was happy about it, though. )