First officially requested Skript....DONE! :D

*Emma is standing in her closet, putting on her house dress so she can keep up with her chores, when she hears Jafar's phone start to ring. She goes out of her closet, and spots it on the dresser.*

Emma: *shouting* JAFAR! YOU'RE PHONE IS RINGING!

Jafar: *shouting back* I AM IN THE SHOWER! JUST LET IT GO TO VOICEMAIL!

Emma: OKAY! *she starts to put the phone back down on the dresser, when she sees the caller ID, and frowns.* Kasey!? KASEY?! *she glares down at the screen with all of her might* KASEY!? *she slams the phone down on the dresser, and stalks out of their bedroom, pouting.*

*By the time Jafar arrives in the kitchen, Emma is furiously beating a bowl of pancake batter, a deep frown on her face.*

Jafar: *bending down to kiss her* hello sweetheart.

Emma: *putting up a hand to stop him* Really? You're just going to say hello sweetheart like that?

Jafar: *in confusion* like what?

Emma: *in between wailing sobs* LIKE OUR MARRIAGE ISN'T FALLING APART!

Jafar: *in total shock* Emma! What are you talking about?

Emma: *waving her spatula around* DON'T EMMA WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME!? I saw it!

Jafar: Okay, let's put down the spatula before someone gets hurt. *he slowly takes it from her, and puts it on the counter, looking at her in concern* Emma, what are you talking about?

Emma: I SAW HER NAME! *she bursts into another round of sputtering sobs, and dashes out of the room*

Jafar: *in confusion* what is she talking about? *Jafar is about to go after her, but his phone rings, and he pulls it out*

Jafar: Hello? Hey Kasey. Yeah, I was in the shower, sorry about that. Listen, can I call you back? There are some things going on here that I have to deal with. Maybe about ten to fifteen minutes? Okay, awesome. *he hangs up the phone and searches Emma until he finds her face down on their bed, a pillow over her head. He climbs in next to her, and puts an arm around her* Sweetheart, what's going on?

Emma: *her voice muffled by the pillow* GO AWAY YOU CHEATER!

Jafar: Emma! What the heck is wrong with you!? *he pulls on her arm, but she snatches it out of his grasp* Emma!

*Finally Emma turns to look at him, her eyes puffy and red*

Emma: I am hurt Jafar. HURT!

Jafar: About what?!

Emma: Here I am doing everything to please you! I cook, I clean, I make myself pretty, I wear those nightgowns you like, and it isn't enough!

Jafar: *his face coloring slightly* Emma, I honestly have no idea what you are talking about. Come on habibti, give me a kiss and let's go finish breakfast!

Emma: GET YOUR GIRLFRIEND TO MAKE YOU BREAKFAST!

Jafar: *in such surprise that he almost fell over* Girlfriend!? What in the world are you talking about!? I don't have a girlfriend!

Emma: *lamenting at the top of her lungs* YOU SLAVE AND YOU SLAVE OVER A HOT STOVE! YOU SLAVE AND SLAVE OVER YOUR HOT BODY. AND FOR WHAT!? SO YOUR HUSBAND GOES AND FINDS SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T BURN THE FOOD, AND HAS BLONDE HAIR AND LONG LEGS!

Jafar: *in utter astonishment* Emma Yousef hyphen Sulayman! What are you talking about!?

Emma: *wiping at her eyes* Don't lie anymore Jafar! What?! Is she a size negative four waist!? Does she wear a size triple E bra cup?!

Jafar: *whole face turning red* EMMA! STOP! I honestly have no idea what has gotten into you! You shouldn't worry about anybody else! I love you!

Emma: *sniffing* even with my size eight waist, and my measly size D cup?

Jafar: *laughing and turning red* especially because of those!

Emma: *sniffing even louder* and you don't want to marry a blonde who has legs that could lead to Canada?

Jafar: *taking a step forward and pulling her into his arms* of course not! I like girls with beautiful chocolate brown hair, whose legs are perfectly proportioned for her body!

Emma: Are you sure?

Jafar: *kissing her head* of course!

Emma: *still sniffling* thank you.

Jafar: And sweetheart, next time if something is bothering you, come and tell me! Don't start accusing me of things!

Emma: *nodding and wiping at her eyes* Okay, I will. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me.

Jafar: *rubbing a hand down her back* it's okay. How about we go finish making up breakfast together?

Emma: Okay. *they walk hand in hand towards the kitchen, before Jafar's phone rings.*

Jafar: Oh, I have to get this.

Emma: Who is it?

Jafar: Kasey.....OW! EMMA!

Emma: *from where she has thrown the spatula at Jafar's head* YOU CHEATER! *she runs out of the room, and he sighs, before running after her.*

*TEN MINUTES LATER*

*The two of them are in the car going to headquarters. They had had a huge fight, which eventually ended with Emma accusing Jafar of being in love with a blonde named Kasey who lived in Canada, or something like that, he wasn't really following because he was so confused about what was going on. Emma was sulking in her seat, staring out the window grumpily. He had to physically force her into her Abaya and scarf, and had practically dragged her out to the car. Finally they reached headquarters, and after much pushing and pulling and threatening, he got her into the building. They approached Jafar's office, and they paused in front of the secretary's desk.*

Sylvia: Agent Sulayman! I thought you were still on your honeymoon!

Jafar: I am, but I had to bring my wife in to show her something.

Sylvia: *looking at Emma with a smile* Welcome Mrs. Sulayman!

Emma: *glaring at her* are you Kasey?

Sylvia: *in confusion* um, no Ma'am. My name is Sylvia.

Emma: Okay. Well then, hi.

Sylvia: *giving Emma another weird glance before looking at Jafar* how can I help you Sir?

Jafar: Please ask Kasey to come up to my office as soon as possible.

Sylvia: Yes Sir.

Emma: And make sure and say that his WIFE is here!

Sylvia: Uh, okay.

*As Jafar leads the way towards his office, he tries to take Emma's hand, but she pulls it out of his grasp.*

Emma: So is this where you regularly meet your lady friend?!

Jafar: *rolling his eyes* Emma, stop it.

Emma: Don't tell me to stop it! I can smell woman's perfume all over the place!

Jafar: Emma, that's you.

Emma: Oh.

*they wait in silence for another few seconds, before the door opens, and as a huge man walks into the room, Emma takes a step back in surprise. He is almost as big as Rami in regards to his muscles, has tattoos all over his arms, and has three earrings.*

Jafar: *taking a step forward* Emma, this is Agent Kasey.

Emma: *blinking in surprise* what?

Jafar: Agent Bradley Kasey.

Emma: *blurting out* you're not a Canadian blonde!

Agent Kasey: *laughing* I am sorry to be a disappointment!

*Emma puts her hands over her face in embarrassment, before rushing out of the room, and Jafar quickly follows, pulling her against him.*

Emma: *her voice mumbled by his shirt* I am so embarrassed!

Jafar: *laughing and putting a hand on her head* there is no need to be embarrassed sweetie. Just remember that no matter what happens in life, I will always want you. I will want every single part of you!

Emma: You mean you wouldn't rather me to be blonde and leggy with a huge chest?!

Jafar: *shaking his head in amusement* I'd rather you be you. That's all I could ever ask for, and that is all I could ever want. *he leans in to kiss her* Next time you see something that freaks you out, ask me first okay?

Emma: *nodding* okay. *she puts his arms around his neck, and kisses him* I'm sorry.

Jafar: It's okay. But you scared me for a few seconds!

Emma: How so?

Jafar: You were almost going crazy!

Emma: *scowling at him* hey! You would be totally freaked out if you found out about my secret boyfriend!

Jafar: Haha very funny Emma. *when she just stares at him blankly, his eyes widen* Emma, you are joking right?

Emma: *pulling out her phone* oh look! It's Robin! My secret boyfriend!

Jafar: And let me guess. This Robin is over six feet, has long luscious hair, huge brown eyes, and an eight pack to rival the world?

Emma: *nodding* exactly

*instead of answering, Jafar pulls her into his office where Agent Kasey has left, shuts the door, and pushes her up against it, kissing her hard.*

Jafar: *pulling back a few seconds later and breathing heavily* that should take your mind off of Robin!

Emma: It sure did! And by the way...*she leans in to whisper in his ear* no one could rival your eight pack!