NARRATOR: One day, in the lively town of Roseville.

There was a genie sitting in a

ROB: Check him out. He could make my wishes come true.

Narrator: The Genie nods his head and ROB’s cup of coffee spills on him.

ROB: Hey!

BARISTA: Burn.

ROB: That’s not funny.

NARRATOR: The barista then walked up to the genie.

BARISTA: How did you do that?

GENIE: Do what?

BARISTA: Make him spill his coffee.

GENIE: You think I did that.

BARISTA: I saw you nod at that jerk and his coffee spilled. I’ve seen you doing all
kinds of things since you’ve been sitting there. Did you save that kid that was
running across the street earlier? I thought for sure she was going to get hit by that
truck, but you nodded your head and the girl was safely on the sidewalk.

GENIE: I hope that was okay. I know I’m kind of breaking the rules, but it didn’t
seem right for that girl to get hurt.

BARISTA: So you did?! Really? You have magic?

GENIE: I am a genie.

BARISTA: A genie?!

GENIE: Shhh…. It’s a secret.

ROB: A genie huh?

BARISTA: Back off guys.

ROB: Or what?

BARISTA: Or I’ll ask you to leave.

GENIE: I can make them leave.

BARISTA: That was awesome.

GENIE: Could you do me a favor? Could you rub this lamp for me?

NARRATOR: The genie gives the barista a lamp.

BARISTA: Um… I guess… you want me to clean your lamp.

GENIE: Yes, please.

NARRATOR: The barista then sighed.

BARISTA: Okay.
NARRATOR: The barista then cleans it with a towel she has in her apron. The GENIE
suddenly gets a weird look on his face, nods and throws glitter in the air. He bows to
the barista.

GENIE: You summoned me, master?

BARISTA: Master? What are you talking about?

GENIE: Whomever rubs the magic lamp become my master.

BARISTA: But you told me to rub it.

GENIE: It still counts.

BARISTA: Why me?

GENIE: I’ve been watching people today and of all the people here, you have been
the kindest. BARISTA: That’s my job.

GENIE: But you go above and beyond. You hold open doors. You clean tables…
some places never clean the tables… you give that homeless person coffee out
back…

BARISTA: You saw that?

GENIE: You’re the kindest person I’ve seen. And there were some terrible ones… I
would be so sad if someone with a dark heart found my lamp.

BARISTA: So what does it mean… to be your master?

GENIE: I must grant you three wishes.

BARISTA: I should have known… any three wishes?

GENIE: Um… I recommend you be really careful with the wishes…

BARISTA: Of course.

GENIE: Big wishes sometimes come with big consequences. I don’t know why it
happens, but when I do something big, it makes reality shift somehow… it’s a yin
and yang thing really… the more good you do, the more bad that happens. You’re a
good person… and I kind of tricked you into this… so I think it’s good to warn you.

BARISTA: I’m not sure I want any wishes now.

GENIE: But I can do some really cool ones. There are little things you can do that
can be amazing and do so little to upset the balance of the universe. Those are the
best. The little random wishes. BARISTA: Like random acts of kindness.

GENIE: Exactly.

BARISTA: I’ll have to think about this then.

GENIE: Take all the time you need. I’m not in any hurry. I like your coffee here.

BARISTA: So where did you come from?

GENIE: The lamp.

GENIE: I think I was born in the lamp. I’ve always lived there. I never remember life
without it. BARISTA: Who was your 2nd master?

GENIE: Bill Gates

BARISTA: No, seriously.

GENIE: I am. Bill Gates. He wished wisely. He found me in the desert in Albuquerque
and I helped him come up with Microsoft.

BARISTA: And after that?

GENIE: I’ve been kicking around Seattle for a while since then, granting wishes here
and there. I help start a few grunge bands. There was that online store…

BARISTA: Amazon?

GENIE: Yeah. That actually resulted from a wish by an old lady who was tired of
going shopping. She wished for a way to get anything she needed delivered to her
home. The rest is history.

BARISTA: Okay, you’ve got my attention.

GENIE: So what will you wish for, master?

BARISTA: How about you? What would you wish for if you could wish for something?
Would you wish for your freedom?

GENIE: No, I’m totally free. This ain’t like that movie. I’m free the minute you make
your last wish. I just go in search of a new master. It’s my way of doing good, as
long as it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.

GENIE: And my grandma was the one granted the wish that made the first donut
making machine and now donuts are everywhere making people unhealthy.

BARISTA: Donuts are yummy.

GENIE: See! Double edged sword.

BARISTA: Has anyone ever asked for world peace?

GENIE: Yeah, that never works out though. It lasts for like a minute, then something
even worse happens. I don’t recommend it.

BARISTA: What about money? What happens when people wish for millions? Or
billions? Or to win the lottery?

GENIE: People always end up crashing and burning bad. Sure, they have fun for a
few years, but it’s amazing how many times they get murdered by a relative for
their money.
BARISTA: Yikes.

GENIE: That’s why little wishes always turn out best.

BARISTA: What if I wished to be a genie?

GENIE: Hmmm… That’s an interesting one.

BARISTA: Can you do that?

GENIE: Can I do that? I’m not sure. I think so. It might be risky, but it could be a
pretty good one too. It is awesome being a genie.

NARRATOR: The barista and genie were chatting peacefully until the barista saw
Rob outside the window.

BARISTA: Why is he still hanging out there? That’s making me nervous. Oh, no. I
shouldn’t have looked at him. Now they’re coming in.

NARRATOR: Rob saw the barista looking at him so he thought that maybe they are
gossiping about him until.

ROB: Hey, guys.

ROB: What the heck are you??!

GENIE: I’m a genie.

ROB: So you can grant wishes right?

GENIE: Yes

ROB: Can I rub your lamp?

GENIE: I certainly do not want you rubbing my lamp.

NARRATOR: Even though the genie repeatedly declined his request to rub her lamp,
Rob still continue to persist.

BARISTA: I wish you guys would leave us alone.

NARRATOR: Genie suddenly stands up and nods. Rob looked serious and turned.

ROB: Alright! Everyone out of here! They want to be alone!

NARRATOR: Rob waved the customers and workers out.

GENIE: I’m afraid you made a wish. You wished the guys would leave us alone.

BARISTA: And now we’re alone. Are they guarding the door?

GENIE: Yes, it looks that way.

GENIE: They’ll make sure you stay alone now.

BARISTA: These wishes are tricky.

GENIE: Sorry about that.

NARRATOR: A young girl with a name tag that says Sally appears, crying. She is
very upset. She wants to go in the coffee shop.
SALLY: Please. I need help.

NARRATOR: Sally pleaded to be let in the coffee shop but Rob stopped her.

ROB: No way. Beat it. They want to be alone.

SALLY: Please. I can’t find my mommy.

NARRATOR: The barista jumps up angrily and threatened Rob that he will call the
police.
BARISTA: Go away or I will call the police!

SALLY: Can you help me?

BARISTA: What’s wrong?

SALLY: I can’t find my mommy. I lost her. I’m looking everywhere but I’m scared.
We were here and then we tried crossing the street. And there was this truck.
Mommy let go of my hand and I fell. But then I was on the sidewalk. I don’t know
how. But then Mommy was gone.

NARRATOR: Genie looks upset and goes to Sally.

GENIE: I’m so sorry. We’ll do everything we can to help.

SALLY: Can you use your magic to find her mom?

GENIE: I can’t use any of my powers on my own while I have a master.

SALLY: Magic? You can do magic? Like a fairy?

GENIE: Well, kind of… fairy magic is a bit different.

SALLY: You’ve seen a fairy?

GENIE: I’ve seen loads of them. I bet you have too and didn’t know it.

BARISTA: Let me get you something to drink. Something with lots of whipped
cream.

SALLY: Okay! Can I make it myself?

BARISTA: Sure, why not?

NARRATOR: Then Sally goes to the kitchen to make a drink.

GENIE: Magic is always risky to use, but I couldn’t see that little girl get hurt.

BARISTA: What do you think happened to the mom?

GENIE: I’m not sure. Hopefully she is only a little lost.

BARISTA: You mean she could be a lot lost?

GENIE: Genie magic is weird.

BARISTA: And you can’t use it without my help?

GENIE: I’m afraid not.

BARISTA: Then I’ll make my 2nd wish.

BARISTA: Yes.

. BARISTA: I wish that Sally’s mom finds her.

NARRATOR: The genie then jumps up and nods. Then Sally’s mom entered. The
mother and the daughter both looked so joyful and happy after they met each other
again.

GENIE: You chose… wisely.

BARISTA: I think so too.

GENIE: No regrets?

BARISTA: I did like the idea of being a genie. I would have fun doing nice things for
people.

GENIE: You don’t have to be a genie to do good deeds. Remember, the little wishes
are the best. Anyone can grant little wishes if they try.

BARISTA: Maybe you’re right.

GENIE: I know I’m right. I guess it’s time for me to hit the road and find another
master.

BARISTA: How about a cup of coffee first?

GENIE: With extra whipped cream?

BARISTA: Sure… if there’s any left.

NARRATOR: The mother and daughter walked out of the shop with whipped cream
filled cups.

NARRATOR: After their talk about the masters of genie, the barista realized that the
genie never told her about his first master. So the barista asked the genie.

BARISTA: Hey I was wondering who was your first master?

GENIE: My first master was a great king, who ruled with fairness and justice. He
used his wishes wisely and helped many people.

BARISTA: That sounds amazing.

GENIE: It was. But every master's story is different. Some use their wishes for good,
while others use them for selfish desires.

BARISTA: I understand. It’s a big responsibility.

GENIE: It is. But don't worry, I'll help guide you in making the right choices.

BARISTA: Thank you. I appreciate that.

BARISTA: I'll have to think about it. These wishes are a big responsibility.

GENIE: Of course, take all the time you need. And remember, little wishes are the
best kind.

NARRATOR: A customer, JOANNA, enters the coffee shop and approaches the
counter.

JOANNA: Can I get a latte, please?

BARISTA: Coming right up.

NARRATOR: The barista starts to make the latte, but her hands start to shake and

she accidentally drops the cup.

BARISTA: Oh no, I'm so sorry!

JOANNA: No problem. Accidents happen.

NARRATOR: Joanna saw someone behind the barista that resembles a genie hwso
she decided to ask the barista about it.

Joanna: Ummm….may I ask who is behind you?

BARISTA: (excitedly) I have a genie!

JOANNA: A genie?

BARISTA: Yes, she's been helping me all day.

JOANNA: Can she help me too?

BARISTA: I'm afraid not. I'm her master and she only grants wishes for me.

JOANNA: That's too bad. I could use a little magic in my life.

NARRATOR: The barista thought why not just make a wish for her and other people.

BARISTA: (smiling) I think I know what my last wish will be.

BARISTA: I wish for happiness and positivity to spread wherever I go, to bring a
little bit of magic into the lives of everyone I meet.

GENIE: A beautiful wish, master. I have granted it. You shall bring joy and light
wherever you go, and bring a smile to everyone's face.

BARISTA: (beaming) Thank you, Genie. I feel like I have a big responsibility now,
but it's a responsibility I'm happy to take on.

GENIE: You are a kind and thoughtful person, and I am honored to grant your
wishes.

NARRATOR: The story ends as the barista went on his/her way to spread light and
positivity wherever he/she go.

THE END