Horror of Horrors!
"My friend got some Disappearing Powder on him," you tell the genie. "Can you bring him back?"
A look of disappointment crosses the genie's face. "Are you sure?" he asks. "No jeweled palaces? No chocolate factories?"
You sigh. "Nope. I want to help my friend. Can you do it?"
"It's almost too easy." The genie turns and blows a puff of blue smoke at the spot where Will was standing.
Correction --- at the spot where Will IS standing. "All right!" you shout.
"Thanks," Will tells you, wiping green soot from his face. "I'll do the same for you sometime."
He gazes at the genie. "You really ought to do something about your breath," he adds.
The genie swells up until he's a yard across. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that remark," he snaps. "Now, who wants to try another spelling word?"
"NO WAY!" you and Will shout together.
The cloud of blue smoke shrinks to the size of a basketball.
"Are you sure?" the genie pleads. "How about syzygy? That's easy. All you have to do is remember where to put the y's."
"We're too y's to play your game," you declare. "Get back in your bottle and wait for another sucker."
The blue cloud shrinks to the size of a Ping-Pong ball. Then --- SLURP! It flows into the neck of the bottle and vanishes. You stick the cork back in. You drop the bottle back into the suitcase.
"Now we have to figure out what to do about Ralph," you tell Will.
"Well, let's get out of here before something else goes wrong," Will replies.
You shake your head. "What else can go wrong?" you wonder.
From behind you a deep voice booms, "You kids are going to be very, very sorry you meddled with me."
"MagnifiCAT! He's onto us!" you cry. "Let's get out of here!"
A look of disappointment crosses the genie's face. "Are you sure?" he asks. "No jeweled palaces? No chocolate factories?"
You sigh. "Nope. I want to help my friend. Can you do it?"
"It's almost too easy." The genie turns and blows a puff of blue smoke at the spot where Will was standing.
Correction --- at the spot where Will IS standing. "All right!" you shout.
"Thanks," Will tells you, wiping green soot from his face. "I'll do the same for you sometime."
He gazes at the genie. "You really ought to do something about your breath," he adds.
The genie swells up until he's a yard across. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that remark," he snaps. "Now, who wants to try another spelling word?"
"NO WAY!" you and Will shout together.
The cloud of blue smoke shrinks to the size of a basketball.
"Are you sure?" the genie pleads. "How about syzygy? That's easy. All you have to do is remember where to put the y's."
"We're too y's to play your game," you declare. "Get back in your bottle and wait for another sucker."
The blue cloud shrinks to the size of a Ping-Pong ball. Then --- SLURP! It flows into the neck of the bottle and vanishes. You stick the cork back in. You drop the bottle back into the suitcase.
"Now we have to figure out what to do about Ralph," you tell Will.
"Well, let's get out of here before something else goes wrong," Will replies.
You shake your head. "What else can go wrong?" you wonder.
From behind you a deep voice booms, "You kids are going to be very, very sorry you meddled with me."
"MagnifiCAT! He's onto us!" you cry. "Let's get out of here!"