(We return to the base and my phone starts ringing)

Me: Archer here. Oh, hey Lincoln. How's the Dragon Ball search going? You guys found six? Awesome! Whoa, slow down. What happened? Lynn's been what?! Alright, I'll send Ladybug and Cat Noir to help. They're the only ones that can save her. Okay, talk to you later, Lincoln. (I hang up)

Adrien: Who was it?

Me: That was Lincoln. His sister Lynn's been Akumatized.

Marinette: Why am I not surprised? But why does Hawk Moth want the Dragon Balls anyway?

Me: Probably to wish for your Miraculous to be his. Anyway, I'm sending you to help Smoke and save Lynn.

Marinette: Good idea. Let's go.

(Marinette and Adrien leave for Chen's Island. I turn around and find that everyone else left)

Me: Where'd everybody else go?

(I begin searching the base to find everyone)

Leoladdin

Chapter 7: Leo's First Wish

Daylight shone throughout the palace as Iroh, Dawn and Murdoc have a private meeting in the throne room. "Murdoc, this is an outrage. If it weren't for all your years of loyal service… From now on, you are to discuss sentencing of prisoners with me, before they are exiled." Iroh reprimanded.

"I assure you, your highness, it won't happen again." Murdoc said, sure to keep his promise to Iroh.

"Dawn, Murdoc, now let's put this whole messy business behind us." Iroh said as he brought the hands of his vizier and daughter together. "Please?"

"My most abject and humblest apologies to you as well, princess." Murdoc apologizes as he takes her hand to kiss it, but Dawn yanks it away.

"At least some good is coming out of my being forced to marry." Dawn glared. "When I am Queen, I will have the power to get rid of you."

"That's nice. All settled, then." Iroh said. "Now, Dawn, getting back to this suitor business…" He then turns and notices Dawn walking out. "Dawn? Dawn!" He runs after her, leaving Murdoc and Chicken alone.

"If only I had gotten my hands on that lamp!" Murdoc scowls in anger.

"I will have the power to get rid of you!" Chicken repeated in his impression of Dawn. "Grr! To think we gotta keep kissing up to that chump and his chump daughter for the rest of our lives…"

"No, Chicken. Only until she finds a chump husband. Then she'll have us banished… or beheaded." Murdoc said with his hand at his throat at the last part.

"Eeewwww!" Both Murdoc and Chicken cringed in disgust at the thought of being beheaded. Then an idea pops into Chicken's head

"Oh, wait a minute! Wait a minute! Murdoc? What if you were the chump husband?" Chicken asked him.

"What?" Murdoc asked; feeling insulted.

"Okay, you marry the princess, all right? Then, uh, uh, you become the sultan!" Chicken explained.

"Oh! Marry the shrew? I become sultan. The idea has merit!" Murdoc said, impressed.

"Yes, merit! Yes!" Chicken continued. "And then, we drop papa-in-law and the little woman off a cliff!" He dive bombs off Murdoc's staff and onto the floor. "Kersplat!"

They both start laughing. "Chicken, I love the way your foul little mind works." They continue laughing over their plot to take over Toon Agrabah.

Meanwhile, the carpet flies Leo, Chimchar and Peter to an oasis. Peter is still in his stewardess form as the carpet comes in for a landing.

"Thank you for choosing Magic Carpet for all your travel needs. Don't stand until the rug has come to a complete stop." The carpet stops and forms a set of stairs. Leo and Chimchar climb off the carpet. "Thank you. Goodbye, goodbye! Thank you! Goodbye!" Peter reverts back to normal. "Well, how do you like that, Mr. doubting Mustafa?"

"Oh, you sure proved me wrong." Leo casually said. "Now then, about my three wishes…"

"Doth my ears deceive me? Three?" Peter said. "You are down by ONE, boy!"

"Ah, no, I never actually made the wish to get out of the cave." Leo confessed. "You did that on your own."

Peter thinks for a moment and his jaw drops. "Well, I feel sheepish." He said as he transforms into a sheep. "All right you baaaad boy, but no more freebies."

"Fair deal." Leo said as he thought about his first wish. "So, three wishes. I want them to be good." He turns to Peter, who is swinging between two trees like a hammock. "Say, if you were me, what would you wish for?"

"Me? No one's ever asked me that before. Well, in my case… ah, forget it." Peter thought aloud.

"What?" Leo asked.

"No, I can't…" Peter nervously replied.

"No, come on, tell me." Leo said, wanting to know.

"Freedom." Peter answered him.

Leo looks at the lamp in his hand. "You're a prisoner?" He asked.

"It's all part-and-parcel, the whole genie gig." Peter told him before growing gigantic with his voice echoing. "Phenomenal cosmic powers!" He then shrinks down, cramped inside his lamp. "Itty bitty living space."

"Peter, that's terrible." Leo said.

Peter comes out of the lamp. "But oh… to be free. Not have to go 'Poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need?' To be my own master, such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the treasures in all the world! But what am I talking about here? Let's get real here. It's not gonna happen. Peter, wake up and smell the hummus."

"Why not?" Leo asked.

"The only way I get outta this is if my master wishes me out." Peter replied. "So you can guess how often that's happened."

"I'll do it. I'll set you free." Leo said.

"Uh-huh, right. Whoop!" Peter replied as his head turns into that of Pinocchio and his nose grows longer.

Leo pushes the nose back in and Peter's head returns to normal. "No, really, I promise. After I make my first two wishes, I'll use my third wish to set you free." He said as he offered a handshake.

"Well, here's hoping." Peter said accepting Leo's handshake. "Alright, let's make some magic!" He turns into a magician for a moment. "So how 'bout it? What is it you want most?"

"Well, I met this girl the other day…" Leo started thinking aloud before Peter cut him off.

"Bzzt! Wrong!" Peter exclaims and displays a heart with a cross through it on his chest. "I can't make anybody fall in love, remember?"

"I know, I know, but Peter. She's smart and fun and…" Leo said staring off, thinking about Dawn.

"Cute?" Peter wondered.

"Beautiful." Leo replied, making Peter roll his eyes. "She's got these eyes that just…and this hair, wow…and her smile." He sighs dreamily, almost as if his heart had skipped a beat.

"Ami. C'est l'amour." Peter spoke in a French accent, sitting in a Parisian restaurant setting with Chimchar and Carpet.

"But she's the princess. To even have a chance, I'd have to be a…" Leo began before coming up with his first wish. "Hey, can you make me a prince?"

"Let's see here." Peter pulls out a Royal Cookbook. "Chicken a la king?" He pulls out a chicken with a crown on its head. "Nope. Alaskan king crab?" He feels a pinching on his finger. He yanks it out and a small snow crab is clamped on his finger. He flings it away. "Ow, I hate it when they do that. Caesar's salad?" A dagger comes out and tries to stab him. He yelps. "Et tu, Brute? Ah, to make a prince." He glances at Leo slyly. "Now is that an official wish? Say the magic words."

"Peter the Genie, I wish for you to make me a prince!" Leo declared his wish.

"All right! Woof-woof-woof!" Peter cheers as he takes on square shoulders and the appearance of Arsenio Hall. He soon takes the form a tailor/fashion designer. "First, that fez and vest combo is too much third century. These patches; what are we trying to say, beggar? No! Let's work with me here." He takes Leo's measurements, snaps his fingers and Leo's outfit changes into that of a regal Arabian prince. "I like it, muy macho! Now, still need something. What does it say to me? It says mode of transportation. Excuse me, monkey boy! Aqui, over here!" Chimchar tries to cover himself with Carpet, but is zapped and he flies over.

"Uh-oh!" Chimchar chittered in fear as he is brought over.

"Here he comes," Peter said; he and Leo on a game show set where Leo stands behind a podium with his name on it. "And what better way to make your grand entrance on the streets of Toon Agrabah than riding on your very own brand new Camerupt! Watch out, it spits!" A door bearing Peter's face on it opens as Chimchar transforms into a Camerupt, spitting out of the side of its mouth on cue. "Hmm, not enough." Peter snaps his fingers and Chimchar transforms into a fancy white stallion. "Still not enough. Let's see. What do you need?" He repeatedly snaps his fingers, turning Chimchar into a Ducklett, a Girafarig, a Tirtouga, a Badwagon, and back to his old self. "Yes! Esalalumbo, shimin dumbo! Whoa!" On the spell's keyword, Chimchar turns into a Mamoswine. Carpet struggles to get out from under Chimchar's size 50 feet. "Talk about your trunk space, check this action out!" Chimchar looks at his reflection in a pool of water, and then jumps into a tree in shock. The tree naturally bends right back to the ground, where Chimchar hangs on and looks at Leo upside-down.

"Chimchar, you look good." Leo complimented.

"He's got the outfit, he's got the Mamoswine, but we're not through yet." Peter said. "Hang on to your turban, kid; because we're gonna make you a star!" Fireworks went off in the oasis as Leo prepared to return to Toon Agrabah as a prince.

(I look within the only room I haven't checked: the banquet hall. I go inside and all of the lights are out)

Me: Lights are out. Gloyd, if this is another one of your glow-in-the-dark tricks, I'm not falling for it.

(Once I turn on the lights, I see everyone here with balloons, streamers and party poppers going off)

Everyone: Surprise!

Me: Whoa! No wonder I couldn't find everyone else.

Lucas: What do you think?

Me: What do I think? I couldn't have asked for a better surprise. Thank you.

Sofia: No, thank you for being an amazing friend.

Mason: And a superb leader. Happy birthday, Archer.

Me: Thank you everyone. I couldn't have a better crew. Now let's get this party started! You readers may rate, review and fav and thanks to you all for wishing me a happy birthday. Archer out!