"Who are you?" Roger asked. "And more importantly, do you have a date tonight?"
Jeannie's sister laughed.
"I am your aunt, Anthony," said Jeannie's sister.
"Guess the date's off," muttered Roger Jr. to himself.
"Yeah, its great to meet you. My parent's mentioned you," said Tony Jr. The resemblance to his mother was unmistakable. "I've forgotten your name though."
"It's Aunt Jeannie darling, the same name as my sister," said the other Jeannie.
"Weird. How come you never visited before? My parent's hardly even mention you."
"It's your father, darling. He simply loathes me."
"And he sais his old man isn't weird," muttered Roger to himself.
"Why does he loath you?"
"Ah, he just can't stand the fact that I have powers."
"Powers?" said Tony and Roger together.
Jeannie's sister, in a blink of an eye, produced a rabbit, a rabbit dressed in a tuxedo.
"Cool, do some more tricks," said Roger.
"Darling, be patient," Jeannie's sister smirked. All was going according to plan.
"Do you have any cards, darling?" she asked Roger Jr.
"Yeah, sure," he got a deck.
In the next few minutes she did a variety of card tricks. She finished by having them disappear before their eyes, fall from the ceiling, and then gather into a perfect pile.
"I don't see how you that," said Tony Jr.
"Your not supposed to," Jeannie's sister replied.
"You must be a magician," said Roger Jr. "You must make real dough in Vegas."
Jeannie's sister laughed. "I am more than a magician." She blinked in a Polaroid camera "How about we have our picture taken, Anthony."
"Yeah, sure. But I'm not very photogenic. For some reason my picture always comes out fuzzy."
"We'll try our best, Anthony, darling." She directed Roger Healey, Jr, to take the picture. The Polaroid camera worked instantly, like it was supposed too. Except in the picture, the boy in the letterman jacket was blurred and out of focus, and the woman in the green shirt and miniskirt was missing from the picture entirely.
"Sorry Aunt Jeannie," said Tony Jr. "I warned you that would happen. I don't know what happened to you though."
"It's all right darling," said Jeannie's sister sweetly. "Seeing you is enough." Jeannie's sister thought, "Seeing him was not enough, or showing him those cheap magic tricks. I have to get him to try, and then perform magic by himself."
"My folks are having a party tonight. I'm sure I can ask mom and dad if you could come. My dad's probably ready to bury the hatchet by now."
"I had better not. The old fuddy does not like me. In fact, I believe he's afraid of my powers."
"My dad's not afraid of any magicians tricks," said Tony Jr.
"I told you, darling, I am more than a magician. I have shown you real magic. Hardly real magic, but real magic all the same. You can do it too."
"I'm sorry Aunt Jeannie, but I have no time to learn all these tricks. Being a magician is hard work, and I'd rather work to becoming an astronaut than learning these tricks.
"Sit down, Anthony. It'll only take a moment.
Tony Jr. shrugged his shoulders and sat down by Jeannie.
"Is there something you want - besides being an astronaut?" she asked him.
"I can think of a couple things," Tony said casually.
"Think hard, and blink."
"Blink?" said Tony and Roger together.
"Not you, idiot, I mean darling," she told Roger. "You Anthony."
Tony Jr. thought, and then he blinked. Nothing happened.
"Let us try something simple, darling," she told Tony, annoyed. "When I count to three, you blink in a rabbit." "One, two, three . . . ."
Tony Jr. blinked, but this time, so did Jeannie's sister. A plain white rabbit appeared in his arms.
"Hey, something happened," Tony Jr. said. "That's a great trick."
"You did it darling," Jeannie's sister lied. Tony Jr. smirked, and looked at her as if to say, "Yeah, right"
Jeannie's sister thought for a second, then she got up to look out the window. "Try again, darling," she told him.
He blinked, but she blinked at the same time. Another rabbit appeared.
"Hey, you actually did it," said Roger Jr.
"I must of done something," said Tony Jr. dumbly. "You really do have powers."
"You do too, don't be such a fuddy duddy. Try it again, darling," said Jeannie's sister, coming back.
"Okay." Tony Jr. screwed up his eyes in concentration, and put his thumbs to his forehead, and . . .
"That technique is the squarest I have ever seen. Oh well, he'll learn, sooner or later," thought Jeannie's sister.
Nothing happened. But this time, there was a "boing" noise coming from somewhere.
"What was that?" asked Roger.
"Keep doing it," said Jeannie's sister, excited.
Tony Jr. blinked four, five more times. Four more "boing's" sounded, and the fifth time a rabbit fell out of the air and landed on his head.
"How'd you do that?" asked Roger
"Look at the camera, Anthony darling," Jeannie's sister took another photograph. This time Tony Nelson Jr. was transparent.
"Do it again, but this time don't concentrate on rabbits. Just blink, you do not have to be an L7 and screw up your eyes."
Tony Nelson Jr. blinked again, on the third try a tall, stacked blond appeared in a bikini.
"Hey" said Tony, amazed.
"Hi," said the blond.
"Can you teach me how to . . ." started Roger Jr.
"Will you not shut up," snapped Jeannie's sister. "Now, Anthony, blink up something to go with the blond."
After a couple of "boing's" he blinked up a Harley Davidson.
"Something else," Jeannie's sister suggested.
Tony Jr. blinked, and on his first try a Mustang Convertible appeared.
"Cool," he said lamely. "How did I do all that?" he asked, looking at the blond, not Jeannie's sister.
"Very easily," said Jeannie's sister. She had taken another picture of him. In the snapshot, she saw that he was now completely invisible. "Now nephew darling, do you know what you are, and what I am?"
"What's that?" he said, the blond was massaging his neck.
"Genies," she said.
"Of the wish-granting kind?" asked Roger Healey.
A few moments later, Tony Jr. startled, and incredulously asked "Genies?"
"Of course. And do you know what, nephew, darling?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "There's a rule that all new genies must go in their bottle immediately so they can serve their first master."
"I'm not a genie, I'm a senior at Cocoa Beach High School. And I'm not gonna go in any bottle to serve any master. I have plans," snapped Tony Jr, tearing himself away from the blond.
"Don't be a fuddy duddy, like you father," Jeannie's sister leered. "You are a genie," she said, waving at the things he had materialized in the past ten minutes, "do not deny it." You have a thousands of years of leisure ahead of you, but rules are rules, you must start by serving a master." She blinked up a fancy green bottle, "In the bottle." The next thing Tony Jr. knew, unwittingly and unwillingly, he had turned into a grey cloud of smoke, and had been sucked up into the bottle.
"Let me out," he yelled, as Jeannie's sister put a stopper in the top.
"I will darling, when your powers are fully developed."
"When's that," asked Tony, curious.
"A hundred years."
"You can't do that to my best friend," said Roger, Jr.
"Did I tell you, darling, that you, are going to have your own genie?"
"You?" he said happily.
"No, Tony Nelson."
"Better than nothing."
"I heard that," said Nelson from the bottle.
"I have three wishes?" he asked Jeannie's sister.
"Please. Those cheesy three-wish genies are a creation of Hollywood. Real genies are not so chintzy. You have as many wishes as you want, as long as you control the bottle. Roger, darling?
"Yes," he shouted, "I'll take it."
"With friends like you, I don't need enemies," said Tony Jr.
"Don't open the bottle tonight," she whispered to him. "The last thing you need is for him to try to escape to his mother, or turn you into a three headed toad. If you open the bottle tonight, that is what he'll do."
"Can he do that?"
To prove her point, Jeannie's sister turned Roger into a chicken and back again in a couple of blinks of the eye.
"How will I ever control him?" said Roger, spitting out a couple of feathers.
Jeannie's sister blinked up a small black aerosol can and sprayed her nephew's bottle with it. "This is a potion used on disobedient genies sometimes," she whispered. "I should know, darling. By the time he comes out of the bottle, he'll be forced to follow every order you give. My poor nephew won't even be able to run away ask my sister for help with his problem."
"Is Mrs. Nelson's a genie too?" Roger said loudly.
"Of course, darling. But don't let on. The first thing the Nelson's would do is steal your bottle, and your things."
"My things?"
"Yes, all the things out here, I give to you. They'll keep you happy until the morning."
"All that stuff is mine," yelled Tony Jr.
"You'll have centuries to blink in more stuff, Anthony, darling," said Jeannie's sister. "But now I must leave you, nephew." Jeannie's sister blinked, and vanished.
"Said I'd never be a billionaire, didn't you Tony," said Roger to the bottle.
"You can't do this to you best friend. You can't keep anybody in a bottle.."
"Your not anyone. You're a genie. You heard your aunt, its now your job to make me rich."