Stolen?

I walked down the street in Agrabah, shopping for food. My brother, Aladdin, was.....well doing whatever he does during the day. I had finally managed to make a few coins and I was STARVING! Lets see, an apple here, a bunch of grapes here.....I turned around. A commotion had started in the street. I peered over the crowd. Aladdin was running through the crowd, holding a loaf of bread. I sighed. Not again! I think. He makes eye contact with me, and his expression says it all: I'm sorry. Razoul and his guards are chasing after him, swords in hand. Run Aladdin. Run like the stars.