Monty went around the room and flung whatever he could find.

Thwack

"Ya think you can make fun of me!? Nobody laughs at Montana Max and gets away with it!"

Bam

"No wonder that dumb hare loves that pompous Bugs Bunny so much, he's as overrated as he is!"

Crash

"Hmm…" The short-tempered tyrant briefly paused his rampage and rummaged through his school bag for one item in particular. Several seconds later, the wealthy brat had the hand sized electronic firmly in his grasp. "Let's see what this looks like shattered," said the teen with a vile smirk. Swinging his right arm far back in a circle, he prepared to send it flying into the wall along with the figurines and lamp already reduced to shards. Unbeknownst to him was that his thumb was pressed on the Walkman 'play' button causing pink smoke to start billowing out of it. "Montana is up at the pitcher's mound," he joked. "The batter looks mean, but Max's meaner. Don't bother swinging batter, the only thing you're going to be hittin' is ai-"

Booomm

Montana didn't have enough time to scream before the blast had sent him crashing into the nearby wall.

"Ugh," he groaned from the floor covered in drywall. Meanwhile, the device was now shaking harder than a house in a hurricane. The teen could only watch in horror as the previously inanimate object was now levitating off the ground. To make matters worse, the thick smoke was starting to make the boy's eyes sting with tears and trigger a ragged cough. In the midst of wheezing and nearly coughing up a lung, the dark, sparkling pink smoke began to resemble a silhouette. This transformation continued until the fog finally cleared and standing in front of Monty was a white feathered girl with blonde hair.

"Ugh, it took you like long enough," said the unknown girl before him. Compared to the boy, she looked quite odd in her pink ensemble consisting of a pink bow, earrings, a tank top, underwear beneath see through veil pants, pointy shoes, and finished off with gold wrist cuffs. To put it bluntly, she looked like she bought a cheap genie costume from Party City.

"How did you get in my Walkman, you crazy duck!? What's the big idea sending me flying across the room," he bitterly yelled.

"I'm a loon, Shirley the Loon, you ignoramus," she snapped in an indignant tone before quickly remembering her role in the episode. "I mean, I am like the genie of the Walkman."

"What kinda genie lives in a glorified music player!? Aren't genies supposed to reside in lamps or something," he scoffed.

"Like, it's the 90s, get with the times," she said. Monty wrinkled his nose in annoyance at the state of events. First, he had the worst day ever at school, next, he was for sure going to develop a concussion from being slammed into the side of the house, and now he was being talked down to by a valley girl. Great, just great. "Anyways, since you freed me from my thousand years of slumber, I will grant you three wishes and only three wishes…You don't get to wish for more wishes!" Monty stared in disbelief.

"Is this some kind of joke?"

"Like, what's your damage? You get three wishes and the first thing you do is complain?" The teen began to scratch his head in deep thought while she merely pulled out a hairbrush from her nonexistent sleeves. I can wish for anything I want?

"Doy, genius," the loon sarcastically remarked.

"I didn't say-"

"I can hear your thoughts. Ya know, omniscient and all that junk."

"Hmph," the boy felt a smirk beginning to form.

"No, you can't wish for anything as in anything. Huh, as if," the loon said, once again disturbing the boy's thoughts. "I don't kill or bring anyone back to life. That's just grody. Blegh," the loon said in between gags. "I also don't interfere with people's love lives and that kind of junk."

"Psh, as if I would waste my wishes on dweeby love or dead people," he sneered.

"Whatever you say pal," she shrugged.

"Well, then…if I could have anything, I wish my parents would let me do whatever I wanted!"

"..."

"What?"

"Really?"

"Just do it bird brain," he growled.

"Ugh, whatever," she grumbled. The blonde raised her right hand and snapped her fingers.

"Alright," he exclaimed. "That's what I'm talking about-" The boy's eyes darted around the room only to realize she was gone. Just like the smoke, the genie had vanished. Hmph, let me go see if this wish actually worked. Monty raced out of his room, darted down the stairs, and knocked over Grovely's cleaning cart to make his way to the sitting room where his mom was reading.

"Hey Moms," he called. That duck better not have been bluffing otherwise I might be toast.

"What is it Monty," she asked, glancing up from the new edition of Rich Wives Weekly.

"Can I have my allowance," he nervously asked.

"Of course sweetie," she said before handing him a stack of cash. A huge grin formed on the boy's face as he counted until he reached 700,000. "If you need more, just ask," she sweetly added before returning to her magazine. The young billionaire tucked the hundreds into his pocket and slowly made his way back up to his room. It worked. It actually worked.