The drowsy owner of a city milk bar was suddenly awakened by a sharp crackling sound, followed by a blue flame-lo and behold-there stood a genie.
"W-w-who who are you? cried the frightened proprietor.
"I'm a genie - here to grant you a wish. What do you desire above all else? "
"Well, I've always wanted to spend two weeks in the Mountains with my wife and children - with all expenses paid."
"It's yours," said the genie with a smile.
"But who'll run the store while I'm away?
"I will. You just show me where things are ... and be off."
Next morning the genie was sitting behind the counter when his first customer appeared.
"'Make me a chocolate malted, please," he said.
"Very well," said the genie, with a mysterious wave of his hand
"You are a chocolate malted!"