(A/N): Hello wonderful readers! Welcome back to the fabulous 'Don't Rub the Lamp!' series! Some of you are probably saying 'Wow! That was quick!'. All I have to respond to that is…YAY FOR PROCRASTINATION OF SCHOOL WORK!

Anyway, so a little about these one-shot's: Most (if not all) I'm going to try and write in third person. Just to see how it goes. As the title says, these one shots are just some outtakes in the lives of the characters. Most of these will have significance to the next full story in the series; so I defiantly recommend reading these short stories.

Well, enough of my rambling! Here's the disclaimer!

DISCALIMER: I do not own any of the original character's in the Aladdin series. I only own Lisa and Sarah…although if you tell Lisa ANYONE owns her, you'll probably end up with a Sai through your throat.

On that note, enjoy the first story!

It had only been a few days since Jafar's death. Sarah was still passed out in their room; completely unaware of the blue presence that had been watching over her every night.

Aladdin and Jasmine were having 'alone' time a lot more often, most likely due to the near death experiences both had faced and barely survived.

Carpet was resting; not that Lisa could blame him. The poor guy had been turned to glass, shattered, and then put back together within a fifteen minute time span. She would be pretty wiped too.

But, that left the Ninja Rat all by her onesies.

She could have spent time with Husam, honing her weapon-wielding skills further, but she had had enough of fight for a little while so she had settled on her other passion: art.

She had just finished the last bit of the rough sketch and was about to pull out her paint, when she heard the distinct flapping of wings coming through the archway behind her.

Lisa turned her head to see Iago perch himself beside her.

"Aren't you supposed to be bed-ridden, Turkey?" she asked, the annoyance apparent in her voice.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I am. But even someone as lazy as me needs to get up and stretch his wings for a bit. You, of all people, should understand that!"

Lisa's scowl lightened a bit.

She had never thought of Iago as a creature who actually NEEDED anything. She only saw him as a selfish puppet whose loyalty was for sale to the highest bidder and who only ever WANTED.

'But,' she mused, 'he DID save Aladdin and all of us from Jafar…He may have made mistakes in the past…but I guess things even as low as IAGO deserve a second chance if he wants it.'

It was then, thinking about her past experiences with him, that Lisa started seeing the resemblance between herself and the parrot.

They both had a controlling force over them in their lives; his was Jafar, hers had been drugs.

Both had a strong passion for treasure hunting and adventure; the only difference being she was in it for the journey and he was only in it for the end profit.

They had both broken away from their controlling forces and started living life as THEY wanted it.

'And both of you have a horrible temper,' said a voice in Lisa's head that sounded infuriatingly like Sarah's.

"Why do you call me that?" Iago's voice brought Lisa out of her reverie.

"Huh?"

Iago rolled his eyes. "'Turkey'! Why do you call me 'Turkey'? I have a name; it's Iago. I'll say it slowly for ya: EEEE AAAAHHHHH GOOOOOOO!" he shouted in her ear.

Lisa shooed him away from her ear, irritated.

"I know what your name is, you loud mouth!"

"Then why," Iago continued, "do you call me 'Turkey'…I AIN'T EVEN OF THE SAME FAMILY!"

Lisa smirked. "You're both poultry aren't you?"

She then snickered as Iago threw himself exasperatedly into a lying position on the railing.

"If you remember correctly, "Lisa said, causing Iago to look up, "'Turkey' was the first thing I called you when we met. And my first nicknames tend to stick. So, just be grateful." She leaned down so she was nose to beak with him and she had a sinister smile on her face. "I grew up with a kid whom I affectionately named 'Ass-Wipe'. Trust me Turkey; your name could be a lot worse."

Iago's face contorted into one of consideration.

"Yeah, I guess it could be worse. Well, I'm all chatted out. I'm going to go lounge in luxury for a bit." Iago said, hovering up and slowly starting to fly off.

That's when Lisa's conscience got the better of her.

"Thanks for getting rid of Jafar for us…"she trailed off as she reached for her paints.

Iago stopped in midair and looked at her. That was as good as 'thank-you-s' got with Lisa. Iago seemed to understand this and just nodded.

"Don't sweat it, Doll Face."

Lisa cringed and growled a little.

"Don't call me that!" she shouted at his flying form.

Iago turned and smirked at Lisa.

"If you remember correctly, 'Doll Face' was the first thing I called you when we met. And my first nicknames tend to stick."

And with that final remark, Iago flew away; leaving Lisa to seriously consider wearing duct tape over her mouth for the rest of her life.

(A/N): Well, what did you think? Just a quick little interlude between the two almost friends. Don't forget to review!