Chapter Fifteen
"Lets not just sit around here, Jeannie," Colonel Nelson said. "We'd better go to France."
Jeannie blinked, an in an instant they were transported to Roger Healey Junior's French Villa.
The room was empty. "I'll open the bottle," said Colonel Nelson. He did, but no one came out. "Tony, are you in there," he asked.
"He is probably too weak to leave the bottle," said Jeannie, "I'll have to get him out myself." She blinked and went into the bottle.
"Hmph," she thought. "There is no accounting for taste." Her bottle was full of pillows, lamps, and cushions. Her son had earlier made it into a replica of his room, complete with a copy of his bed, chest of drawers, posters, model cars and rockets. He had also added large TV set, and a stereo. Tony Junior was lying on the bed, dead to the world, and missing both feet, one leg, and one arm. Jeannie carefully blinked, in a few seconds, Tony Junior was outside the bottle, propped up on a chair. Jeannie blinked again, using Hadji's potion to take the obedience spell off of the bottle.
"Jeannie, how is he?"
"As bad as can be, Anthony" said Jeannie. She had her feet disappear before, but never her arm. Colonel Nelson looked closely, it looked as if half his son was missing.
"Can you hear me, Tony?" asked Jeannie.
"Do you see me son?" asked Colonel Nelson.
"I think so," he said at last.
"We'll get you out of this in no time," said Colonel Nelson.
"After we get back at Roger for almost killing him," said Jeannie.
At that moment, Roger Healey Junior walked into the room with one of the blonds. He looked terrified the moment he saw Jeannie in front of him.
"The party's over Roger," said Colonel Nelson.
"You shall pay for deceiving us, Roger. You let us believe you knew nothing of your best friend's disappearance. You nearly killed your best friend with your greedy wishes," said Jeannie.
"It wasn't my fault," said Roger panicking. "I did all this stuff as a favor for . . . his aunt and my dad."
"Jeannie's sister gave the bottle to you so she could scheme to get me," Colonel Nelson said. "And, this time, I don't think Rog had anything to do with it."
"There is one way to know for sure, Anthony." said Jeannie. She blinked, and a surprised Roger Healey appeared. "What's going on?" he asked.
"Did you know you son had a genie," asked Colonel Nelson.
"He does. Oh, the break I've been waiting for all my life. It's about time someone has a genie around here besides you, you know."
"You don't understand Roger."
"What did you wish for?" Colonel Healey asked his son. For the next few minutes, everyone listened to all the things Roger Junior had wished for.
"That's my son for you, doesn't waste time or wishes. Where's this genie of yours, Roger?" asked Colonel Healey.
"Over there," said Roger, pointing at Tony Nelson Junior. Colonel Healey thought he meant the green bottle, but on his way over, noticed Tony Nelson.
"See, Tony, my son lets his friends in on all the money and the girls you can get if you have a genie. I bet he let your son in on the secret from the beginning."
"Look closely Roger," said Colonel Nelson impatiently.
"There's nothing in this bottle," said Colonel Healey, disappointed. He then looked at Tony Nelson, Junior. How one arm of his jacket, and his shoes, had nothing in them. "You mean . . . "
"Your son has imprisoned my son, and nearly killed him with those wishes," Colonel Nelson said.
"You can't put your best friend in a bottle, and then kill him," said Colonel Healey to his son.
"He's a genie. He exists to grant wishes. He's just lazy, he's just pretending to be sick."
"Ooh," said Jeannie angrily. "He has learned nothing."
"Neither have you, sis." Jeannie's sister popped into the room. "This game isn't over yet."