It was much easier for Carpet to fly now, given the only ones on it were Aladdin, Sora, Donald and Goofy. Everyone else had paired up on several carpets conjured by Genie, with a highly unsubtle embroidery of Genie's face sewn into the fabric. Ruby and Weiss, Blake and Yang, Jaune and Pyrrha, and finally Ren and Nora.

"This is so awesome!"
"Heck yeah it is!"

Ruby and Nora were, as expected, having a blast on their own carpets, especially now that they didn't have to worry about cramped spacing. But of course, since Weiss had been paired with Ruby... "Ruby, will you slow down!? You're darting around too much!"...well suffice it to say, complaining was inevitable.

"Let them have their fun, Weiss. They're not hurting anyone." Ren said, calm as could be despite Nora's equally crazy maneuvering with their own carpet. "WEEEEEE!"

"Y'know, now that we do have more space on these things, I gotta say this is pretty cool. I mean, it's no Bumblebee, but still cool." Yang said with a shrug as she too weaved about in a manner similar to what she'd do on her motorcycle. The main difference being that she was quite a few feet off the ground of course. Blake, who was holding onto Yang from behind however, noticed that they seemed to be short on two people. "Hey, where are Jaune and Pyrrha?" she asked, noticing the leader of Team JNPR and his partner were curiously missing.

Her question was answered from the frantic yells coming from behind. Everyone looked to see it was Jaune, struggling to control his own carpet and Pyrrha trying to calm him down lest he end up crashing them into a sand dune. "How do we control these things?!"

"Just relax, Jaune," Pyrrha said, managing to not teeter or fall off as she gently placed a hand upon Jaune's. "Don't try to force your carpet to move. Let it do it's own thing and direct it. That's all." With her guidance, Jaune eventually managed to calm himself down, and to his relief, his carpet evened out. "Oh. Phew. Thanks Pyrrha." Jaune cheerfully said a moment later, as if he wasn't on the verge of panicking. And of course, despite not noticing the particularly...secure way his partner was holding his hands, Pyrrha certainly did as her cheeks turned as red as her hair. "Oh, e-eheh. No problem Jaune." she said bashfully...though once again, it went unnoticed by Jaune as he smiled and caught up with the others.

As they continued to fly in the direction of Agrabah, Goofy looked to Genie and asked, "So you can make any wish but only three for each person?"

As he moved to float beside the canine captain of the guard, Genie's face suddenly transformed to one with a skinnier bone structure with a mild gap between his underbite bearing teeth. His hair also turned white while waved to one side before he spoke very differently. It sounded English with an idiosyncratic accent: something between an old-fashioned, upper class Mid-Atlantic accent and British Received Pronunciation, with a Southern drawl. "Well, almost. There are some provisos, a couple of quid pro quos." he said, counting all the fingers on his hand before suddenly sprouting four additional ones as he passed his pinkie.

Everyone looked at each other with confusion at Genie's answer. Was he saying there were limitations? On WISHES? "Like what?" Donald asked him curiously.

"Uh, rule numbah one." Genie began, floating up beside his new friends, his face shifting to a grim expression. "I can't kill anybody." He emphasized this by sliding his hand along his neck, decapitating himself much to the horror of everyone else. Even the Ren's eyes widened with shock at the display. "So don't ask." his severed head further emphasized, not that the already heavily convinced party needed any more reason to not make such a wish.

"A-rule numbah two!" Genie continued, zipping between Pyrrha and Jaune as he plopped his head back onto his neck. "I can't make anybody fall in love with anybody else." He jokingly emphasized this with a bashful flutter of his eyelashes and suddenly transforming his head into a giant pair of lips which smooched a shocked Jaune on the cheek. "You little punim there~" Genie teased, pinching Jaune's cheek before the grossed out huntsman ran a hand along his smooched cheek. Shock at the sight of Genie's display aside, Pyrrha couldn't help but feel disappointed for a brief moment. But then again...if Genie made someone fall in love, it wouldn't be true love. Still...a girl could dream, right?

With a sharp inhale, Genie suddenly planked stiff as a board, yelling "RULE NUMBAH THREE!" As if the self-decapitation hadn't horrified people enough, Genie's whole body suddenly became a sickly green and deformed. As if his whole body was rotting like a corpse, dripping with sickly bodily fluids. The sight was enough to make everyone cringe, and even make Sora, Ruby, and Aladdin lurch as if about to vomit. "I can't...bring people back from the dead...It's not a pretty picture. I DON'T LIKE DOING IT!" the rotting Genie exclaimed, shaking the sick looking Aladdin. Thankfully, they were spared the sight and stench of a rotting Genie as he returned to his lovable blue and said with a bow, "Other than that, you got it!" Suffice it to say, Genie's point came across perfectly as they flew along.

"Aaah, fresh air, the great outdoors." Genie mused, as if he hadn't just scared his new friends to death. Trying to get over the gruesome image he still saw Genie in, Sora smiled weakly and made a half-hearted laugh. "I guess you don't get out much, huh?"

"Comes with the job. It's all part and partial, the whole genie gig," Genie said with a shrug. Everyone nearly jumped off their rugs as Genie turned colossal with a reddish colored, immensely muscular body. The stars in the sky and the planets in the sudden night sky shifted, twisted, and contorted rapidly around him while he shouted with a voice so deep and booming, it seemed to shake the foundations of the very cosmos. "PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWERS!"

But in the next instant, Genie was sucked back into his lamp. Aladdin curiously took off the lid and peered inside. Genie was there and far smaller with a much higher pitch to his voice which matched his suddenly glum expression. "Iiiitty bitty living space."

Aladdin frowned as he realized that Genie, despite having such incredible power, was nothing more than a prisoner to this lamp. "Oh, Genie. That's terrible." he said sympathetically.

Genie slowly emerged out of the lamp again in a swerving smoke like fashion, now with a much more hopeful tone in his voice. "But oh, to be free," he said as he looked at Aladdin with an expression of annoyance. "Not have to go..."

Poof!
"What do YOU need?"
Poof!
"WHAT do you need?"
Poof!
"What do you NEED?"

Each time Genie poofed into a cloud of smoke, he drew closer and closer to Aladdin, making a very clear point that he was beyond tired of constantly granting these three wishes to whoever picked up his lamp. With a sigh, he once again changed gears to the hopeful tone and air he had mere seconds ago. "It's always three wishes then back to my portable prison. I'm lucky to see the light of day every century or two. To be my own Master... such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the treasures in all the world!"

They could tell from the longing in Genie's voice that he'd been doing this for a very long time. Long before any of them were born even. Centuries, millennia, maybe even eons for all they knew. But that hope in his voice was suddenly quashed with a tone of pessimism mixed with realism as he floated back down with a knock to his own head as if to snap himself out of it. "But what am I talking about? Let's get real here, it's not gonna happen. Genie, wake up and smell the hummus."

In the short time they knew Genie, they knew him to be bombastic and energetic. Yet this moment of seriousness was nothing short of a complete shift in character. The sarcasm he showed toward his existence as a Genie, the hope in his voice as he spoke of his dreams of freedom, and then the pessimism when he believed it wasn't going to happen, that begged the question. "Why not?" Aladdin asked as they continued their in-flight conversation. "The only way I can get out of this, is if my master WISHES me free. And, well you can guess how often that's happened." Genie explained, making his point clear. Not many people would give up the chance to have three wishes granted without much thought to the fate of the wish granter's feelings or fate.

With a shrug, Aladdin decided...perhaps it was time to change that. "Say, Genie, what if I used my last wish to free you from the lamp? What do you think?" That generous, selfless offer caught the attention of the lovable blue lug, along with everyone else. Genie's face in particular lit up like the sun at the idea of finally being free. "You'd do that?!" he asked, unsure if he could actually believe in such a hope. But it was one that Aladdin affirmed with a firm nod. "Genie, it's a promise. After we help Jasmine." With that promise made, Sora, Ruby, and their friends felt all the more motivated to save the princess from Jafar. So that they may also save Genie from eternal servitude.