There was a knock on Maj. Nelson's door. Opening it, he found Maj. Healy.

"Hi, Rog, come on in."

"Hi, Tony. You said you have something important to tell me?"

"Yes, I do. Sit down, please."

"Ok. Oh, hi, Jeannie."

"Hi, Maj. Healy."

She was on the couch. She wore a white dress. He sat next to her, and Tony sat next to him.

"Ok, what's this all about?"

"I have a confession to make."

"A confession? This sounds serious!"

"It is, Rog."

"Something you did?"

"No, not exactly."

"Something I did?"

"No—ROGER!"

"Sorry, buddy!"

He paused for a bit. "It's about Jeannie."

"What about her?"

"She's a genie."

"Well, of course she's Jeannie!"

"No, Roger, you don't understand! She's a genie."

"A Jeannie? Now, you've really got me confused!"

"I mean a genie as in the Middle East, Ali Baba."

It dawned on Roger! "Oh, you mean a genie who can grant wishes?"

"Yes, that type of genie!"

He thought about this for a bit—then burst out laughing! "That's a good joke, Tony! I've got to be going now." He started to get up.

"Wait a minute, Rog! Prove it, Jeannie."

"Yes, Master."

"MASTER?!" said Roger.

"That's right, Rog."

Jeannie folder her arms and blinked her eyes. She instantly changed from her dress to her usual costume.

This shocked Roger! "Are my eyes betraying me?"

"No, they're not, Rog! Do it again, Jeannie."

"Yes, Master."

She blinked, then change back into the dress.

"Wow! You really are a genie!"

"Yes, Maj. Healy."

"Where did you find her, Tony?"

"Remember when I crash-landed on that beach in Iraq?"

"Oh, yes."

"Her bottle washed up. Here, I'll show you." He gave Roger the bottle.

He looked it over and gave it back to Tony. "So, that explains some of the screwy things I've seen you do!"

"That's right, Rog!"

"Oh, Tony, you're the luckiest man in the world!"

"Think so?"

"Yeah! Say, can I borrow her?"

"No, Maj. Healy!" said Jeannie.

Tony nodded. "Sorry, buddy!"

He was a little hurt, but he still nodded. "Well, I guess I understand."

"Thanks, Rog! And I have a big favor to ask you."

"Sure, go ahead and ask!"

"Can you cover for me?"

"Cover?"

"Yes. In case something happens as a result of one of Jeannie's wishes—like Dr. Bellows finds out."

"Oh, I see! Sure, I'll cover for you, old buddy!"

"Thanks, Rog!"

They shook hands. Jeannie kissed Roger, causing him to smile.

"Oh, and I have one other favor to ask."

"Sure, Tony."

"Please keep this under your hat."

"Keep it under my hat…oh, you mean don't tell anybody!"

"That's right."

"Your secret is safe with me!"

"Thanks, Rog! Now, if you don't mind staying, Jeannie will prepare a special meal—whatever you want!"

"Oh, that sounds wonderful! I'd like a thick juicy steak—cooked medium rare. And mashed potatoes with gravy."

"Coming right up, Maj. Healy," said Jeannie. She started to fold her arms, but he stopped her.

"Before you do that, could you grant just one special wish for me—pretty please?"

She looked at Tony; he nodded. "Go ahead, Jeannie."

"Oh, wonderful!" said Roger. He whispered something to Jeannie, and she nodded. Then she blinked.

A beautiful Japanese girl appeared. She wore a blue dress.

"Oh, she's perfect!" said Roger. "Thank you, Jeannie!"

He quickly took his jacket, tie and shirt off. Then he lied down on the living room floor. The girl slipped off her shoes and got onto his back. She began massaging it with her feet.

"Could you go down just a little bit? Oh, that's perfect! You have wonderful tootsies!"

Jeannie let the girl do her work for five minutes. Then she blinked, and she disappeared. Roger donned his shirt, tie and jacket. Then Jeannie blinked the dinner for them.