by KingKovu44 » June 3rd, 2011, 12:04 am
Simba wanted to respond to his father, but his attention was drawn back to the genie. He looked on in shock, as did everyone else, as the genie then proceeded to remove his head and spin it completely around. He then looked at Simba. “Whoa! Does it feel good to be out of there! Nice to be back, ladies and gentlemen. Hi, what’s your name,” the genie continued. “Uh…Simba,” Simba answered. Just as Simba finished speaking, a neon sign surrounded with chase lights bearing Simba’s name appeared out of nowhere. “Hello, Simba. Nice to have you on the show. Now, Master, be honest with me. Do I have lamp odor?” the genie asked. “Wait a minute, I’m your master?” Simba said. “That’s right! What would you wish of me, the ever impressive, often imitated, but never duplicated Genie of the Lamp! Right here, direct from the lamp, for your wish fulfillment enjoyment,” the genie answered. “Wishes?” Simba continued. “Three wishes to be exact. That’s it. No wishing for more wishes,” the genie stated. “So you’re just going to grant me any three wishes I want?” Simba asked. “Well, almost. You see there are a few provisos, a couple of quid pro quos,” the genie stated. “Provisos? You mean limitations? On wishes? Like what?” Simba asked. “Rule number one, I can’t kill anyone, so don’t ask,” the genie replied, cutting off his own head with his finger. Simba awaited the next response. “Rule number two: I can’t make anybody fall in love with anybody else,” the genie said, turning into an attractive lioness and hugging Simba before turning back to normal. Simba awaited the next response. “Rule number 3: I can’t bring people back from the dead. It’s not a pretty picture. I don’t like doing it,” the genie exclaimed, lying down flat, rising up and transforming into a zombie. Simba was shocked by this last bit. He began to doubt the genie was as powerful as he claimed to be. “Limitations? On wishes? I don’t know, everyone. Some all-powerful genie can’t even bring someone back from the dead,” he stated. The genie was insulted and became angry. "Excuse me? Are you looking at me? Did you rub my lamp? Did you wake me up? Did you bring me here? And all of a sudden, you're walking out on me? I don't think so, not right now. You're getting' your wishes, so sit down!" he shouted. Simba said nothing further of his doubts. “Now, Master, what will your first wish be?” the genie asked. Simba thought long and hard. “Hmm. What would you wish for, Genie?” he asked. The genie was surprised. “Wow, no one’s ever asked me that before. Well, in my case…oh, forget it,” he said. “What?” Simba asked. “Freedom,” the genie replied. “You’re a prisoner?” Simba asked. “It's all part-and-parcel, the whole genie gig. Phenomenal cosmic powers…itty bitty living space,” the genie explained. “Genie, that’s terrible,” Simba replied. “But, oh--to be free. To not have to go ‘Poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need?’ To be my own master, such a thing would be greater than all the power and all the treasures in all the world! But what am I talking about, here? Let's get real here. It's not gonna happen. Genie, wake up and smell the hummus,” the genie said. “Why not?” Simba asked. “The only way I get out of this is if my master wishes me out. So you can guess how many times that’s happened,” the genie replied. “I’ll do it. I’ll set you free,” Simba declared. "Yeah, right, uh-huh,” the genie said. “No, really. After I make my first two wishes, I’ll use my third one to set you free,” Simba stated, holding out his paw to shake the genie’s hand. “Well, here’s hoping,” the genie replied, shaking Simba’s paw. The genie then moved in front of Simba. “All right, let’s do it to it!” he said, transforming into Sonic the Hedgehog. Simba smiled, excited to see what happened. “Now, Master, what is it that you want most?” the genie asked. Simba thought for a moment. “You see, I’m going to court the princess of the kingdom of Fayiz. For my first wish, I would like something that would truly impress her,” he said. “What kind of thing?” the genie asked. “I don’t really know much about her, except that she’s a lioness of unimaginable beauty. Perhaps a piece of jewelry?” Simba replied. “Is that an official wish?” the genie asked. “Genie, I wish for a beautiful piece of jewelry to give the princess of Fayiz!” Simba declared, holding out his paw to receive his request. The genie gestured with his finger, and, before everyone’s eyes, an exceptionally beautiful, gold, gemstone-encrusted ring appeared in the palm of Simba’s paw. The prince stared at it, the joy in his face obvious. “Are you satisfied, Master?” the genie asked. “Indeed I am,” Simba replied. He then looked at Mufasa. "Father, I have my gift for Princess Nala," he said, showing his father the ring.