Stanley and theMagic Lamp
by Jeff BrownPictures by Macky Pamintuan
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PROLOGUE 1. Prince Haraz 2. The Askit Basket 3. In the Park 4. The Brothers Fly 5. The Last Wish Where Is Stanley? Copyright About the Publisher
Once upon a very long time ago, way before the beginning of today’s sort of people, there wasa magical kingdom in which everyone lived forever, and anyone of importance was a genie, mostlythe friendly kind. The few wicked genies kept out of sight in caves or at the bottoms ofrivers. They had no wish to provoke the great Genie King, who ruled from a palace with manytowers and courtyards and gardens with reflecting pools.
The Genie King was noted for his patience with the high-spirited genie princes of the kingdom,but the Genie Queen thought he was much too patient with them. She said so one morning in the
throne room, where the King was studying reports and proposals for new magic spells.
“Discipline, that’s what they need!” She adjusted the Magic Mirror on the throne room wall.“Florts and collibots! Granting wishes, which they’ll be doing one day, is serious work.”
“Florts yourself! You’re too hard on the lads,” said the King, and then he frowned.“However, this report here says that one of them has been behaving very badly indeed.”
smarty!”“Haraz, right?” said the Queen. “He’s a real
The Genie King sent a thought to summon Prince Haraz, which is all such a ruler has to do whenhe wants somebody, and a moment later the young genie flew into the throne room, did a tripleflip, and hovered in the air before the throne.
“What’s up?” he asked, grinning.
“You are!” said the Queen. “Come down here!”
“No problem,” said Haraz, landing.
“It seems you have been playing a great many magical jokes,” said the King, tapping thereports before him. “Very annoying jokes, such as causing the army’s carpets to fly only incircles, which made all my soldiers dizzy.”
“That was a good one!” laughed Haraz.
“And turning the Chief Wizard’s wand into a sausage, while he was casting a major spell? Youdid that?”
“Ha, ha! You should have seen his face!”
“Stop laughing!” cried the Queen. “This is shameful! You should be severely punished!”
“He’s just a boy, dear, only two hundred years old,” said the King. “But I’ll—”
“Who knows what more he’s done?” The Queen turned to the Magic Mirror. “Mirror, what otherdumb jokes has Haraz played?”
The Magic Mirror squirted apple juice all over her face and the front of her dress.
“Ooooohh!” The Queen whirled around. “Florts and collibots! I know who’s responsible forthat!”
Prince Haraz tried to look sorry, but it was too late.
“That does it!” said the Genie King. “Lamp duty for you, you rascal! One thousand years ofservice to a lamp.” He turned to the Queen. “How’s that, my dear?”
“Make it two thousand,” said the Queen, drying her face.
Almost a year had passed since Stanley Lambchop had gotten over being flat, which he had becomewhen his big bulletin board had settled on him during the night. It had been a pleasant,restful time for all the Lambchops, as this particular evening was.
Dinner was over. In the living room, Mr. Lambchop looked up from his newspaper. “How nice thisis, my dear,” he said to Mrs. Lambchop, who was darning socks. “I am enjoying my paper andyour company, and our boys are studying in their room.”
“Let us hope they are,” said Mrs. Lambchop. “So often, George, they find excuses not towork.”
are imaginative,” he said.Mr. Lambchop chuckled. “They
doing homework. They woreIn their bedroom, Stanley and his younger brother, Arthur, were
pajamas, and over his, Arthur also wore his Mighty Man T-shirt, which helped him toconcentrate.
On the desk between them was what they supposed to be a teapot—a round, rather squashed-downpot with a curving spout, and a knob on top for lifting. A wave had rolled it up onto the beachthat summer, right to Stanley’s feet; and since Mrs. Lambchop was very fond of old furnitureand silverware, he had saved it as a gift for her birthday, now only a week away.
The pot was painted dark green, but streaks of brownish metal showed through. To see ifpolishing would make it shine, Stanley rubbed the knob with his pajama sleeve.
Puff! Black smoke came from the spout.
“Yipe!” said Arthur. “It’s going to explode!”
“Teapots don’t explode.” Stanley rubbed again. “I just—”
Puff! Puff! Puff! They came rapidly now, joining to form a small cloud in the air above thedesk.
“Look out!” Arthur shouted. “Double yipes!”
The black cloud swirled, its blackness becoming a mixture of brown and blue, and began to loseits cloud shape. Arms appeared, and legs, and a head.
“Ready or not, here I come!” said a clear young voice.
Now the cloud was completely gone, and a slender, cheerful-looking boy hovered in the air abovethe desk. He wore a sort of decorated towel on his head, a loose blue shirt, and curious,flapping brown trousers, one leg of which had snagged on the pot’s spout.
“Florts!” said the boy, shaking his leg. “Collibots! I got the puffs right, and the scarycloud, but— There!” Unsnagged, he floated down to the floor and bowed to Stanley and Arthur.
“Who rubbed?” he asked.
Neither of the brothers could speak.
“Well, someone did. Genies don’t just drop in, you know.” The boy bowed again. “How do youdo? I am Prince Fawzi Mustafa Aslan Mirza Melek Namerd Haraz. Call me Prince Haraz.”
Arthur gasped and dived under his bed.
“What’s the matter with him?” the genie asked. “And who are you, and where am I?”
“I’m Stanley Lambchop, and this is the United States of America,” Stanley said. “That’sArthur under the bed.”
“Not a very friendly welcome,” said Prince Haraz. “Especially for someone who’s been coopedup in a lamp.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Florts! One thousand years, with my kneesright up against my chin. This is my first time out.”
“I must have gone crazy,” said Arthur from under the bed. “I am just going to lie here untila doctor comes.”
“Actually, Prince Haraz, you’re here by accident,” Stanley said. “I didn’t even know thatpot was a lamp. Was it the rubbing? Those puffs of smoke, I mean, that turned into you?”
whoooosh up“Were you scared?” The genie laughed. “Just a few puffs, I thought, and I’ll the spout.”
“Scaring me wasn’t fair,” said Arthur, staying under the bed. “I just live in this roombecause Stanley’s my brother. It’s his lamp, and he’s the one who rubbed it.”
“Then he’s the one I grant wishes for,” said Prince Haraz. “Too bad for you.”
“I don’t care,” said Arthur, but he did.
“Can I wish for anything?” Stanley asked. “Anything at all?”
“Not if it’s cruel or evil, or really nasty,” said Prince Haraz. “I’m a lamp genie, yousee, and we’re the good kind. Not like those big jar genies. They’re stinkers.”
“Wish for something, Stanley.” Arthur sounded suspicious. “Test him out.”
“I’ll be right back,” Stanley said, and went into the living room.
“Hey!” he said to Mr. and Mrs. Lambchop. “Guess what?”
“Hay is for horses, Stanley, not people,” Mr. Lambchop said from behind his newspaper. “Tryto remember that.”
“Excuse me,” Stanley said. “But you’ll never guess—”
“My guess is that you and Arthur have not yet finished your homework,” said Mrs. Lambchop,looking up from her mending.
“We were doing it,” said Stanley, talking very fast, “but I have this pot that turned out tobe a lamp, and when I rubbed it, smoke came out, and then a genie, and he says I can wish forthings, only I thought I should ask you first. Arthur got scared, so he’s hiding under thebed.”
Mr. Lambchop chuckled. “When your studying is done, my boy,” he said. “But no treasurechests full of gold and diamonds, please. Think of the taxes we would pay!”
“There is your answer, Stanley,” said Mrs. Lambchop. “Now back to work, please.”
“Okay, then,” said Stanley, going out.
Mrs. Lambchop laughed. “Treasure chests, indeed! Taxes! George, you are very amusing.”
Behind his newspaper, Mr. Lambchop smiled again. “Thank you, my dear,” he said.
The Askit Basket “I told them, but they didn’t believe me,” Stanley said, back in the bedroom.
“Of course they didn’t.” Arthur was still under the bed. “Who’d believe a whole person
could puff out of a pot?”