"So, yeah. I'm a genie. You get three wishes." Heiji said as Conan goggled at the wisps of smoke where his lower body should be.

"Can I wish for you to remove my curse?" Conan asked, remembering the incident with the evil sorcerer, Gin, that had him stuck as a child.

"Not until after the 36th day. And only if you haven't used all your wishes by then." Heiji said.

"What, why?" Conan asked, angry about the length of time.

"Well, because you only get three wishes, of course! I can't give you extra just because you have a little problem." Heiji said, grinning at his own joke.

"Not that, idiot, the 36th day thing! And the little comments are not appreciated." Conan growled.

"Okay, okay, no reason to get you shorts in a knot. As for the 36th day thing, well....." Heiji trailed off.

"Well?" Conan asked impatiently.

"Well, mainly it's just because somebody up there hates you."