BASHFUL: Oh, look! A lamp! And like everything else around The Nest, it’s both outdated and dirty! Maybe I should just shine it up a bit here and I can take it to the pawn shop to hock for stripper money….
Bashful rubs the lamp and you’ll never guess what happened next…..
GEORGE: Greetings, Master!
BASHFUL: Wow! Who are you?
GEORGE: I am George the Genie! I was trapped inside of that lamp for over a million years and you have finally freed me!
BASHFUL: Hmmmm, is the lamp more valuable with a genie inside? Maybe I should stuff you back in there…
GEORGE: I am forever indebted to you for releasing me from my prison, and have the power to grant any three wishes your heart desires!
BASHFUL: What? Three wishes? Me!?!? Oh boy!!! Gee, what do I want? World peace? An end to poverty? Justin Bieber to take a long walk off a short pier? Nah…. hey Genie! I really wish I had some booze!
A small bottle of booze appears out of thin air…
BASHFUL: Oh wow! And hey, that bottle looks familiar. OH, wait! What have I done!?!? I just wasted a wish on a bottle of alcohol! If I’d have wished for a lot of money, I could’ve bought so much booze that someone could’ve wrung it out of me, and still had two wishes left!
GEORGE: I have to admit, Master, that was the lamest wish I have ever granted in all of my eons of genie-ing. Maybe you should think harder before deciding on your second wi….
BASHFUL: Money! That’s what I want! I wish I had one million dollars!!!
A penny emerges from nothing in front of Bashful…
BASHFUL: Ummmmmmmm……. where’s the rest of it?
GEORGE: Do you think I carry that kind of money on me, Master? Just because I spend most of my life cooped up inside of a lamp doesn’t mean I can’t get robbed!
BASHFUL: But you owe me $999,999.99!!!!
GEORGE: And you’ll get it….. one penny a day, without interest, for the next 99,999,999 days! That’s only about 274,000 years to collect your million…. heck, I’ve taken naps that long.
BASHFUL: I’m starting to see now why someone imprisoned you inside of a lamp…
GEORGE: So, how about it, Master? What would you like for your third and final wish?
BASHFUL: I wish I had a gorgeous chick to share this booze and…. ahem, fortune with. No tricks! I want a real knockout!
GEORGE: Of course, Master! I am here to serve you…
George disappears in a puff of smoke, and when the magical mist disappears….
BASHFUL: Hubba hubba….
MITZI: So, what do you think about your servant genie now, Master?
BASHFUL: Wait a min….. is that YOU!?!?
MITZI: LOL! Like, of course it is, Sugarbritches! This is my totally awesome other form, Mitzi the Bimbocorn! And I’m looking to party down with a real hunk of rock!
BASHFUL: Eh, who cares if you used to be a guy. It’s you and me tonight, Cutie pie!
BASHFUL: So….. any chance I might get a bonus request so I can wish for a harem?
MITZI: Don’t push it, Master, or I just might change back into George when you least expect it…..
Sorry I’ve neglected poor Bashful’s adventures the past few days, but I promise there’ll be more to come before I
kick him out send him back to Bacon. And Aunt Sharon gets a ton of credit for inspiring this idea upon noticing a striking similarity between George and Mitzi last year!