Chapter 10
As if on cue, Crooner ran into the Great Hall, his guitar slung on his back, wearing a much thicker white robe with golden sparkles that rustled as he ran. “What are you doing?” he yelled at the strange creature.
“My job,” puffed the creature. “I’m a genie – I get to do whatevah I want. Got it?” He pointed at the Minstrel. “I granted your wishes, Fraggle. You ain’t gotta be so ungrateful, you know.”
Everyone in one motion stopped panicking to stare at the Minstrel. Crooner slicked his hair back and pumped his fist. “I’ll stop you – you won’t harm another Fraggle for as long as you live!”
“Tch – that’ll be the day,” the genie replied casually. He spied the Princess and the knight. “Hey, what’s dis? I thought I got rid of you two troublemakers already.”
“You did what?” Crooner barked in alarm.
The genie cleared his throat and brought out a small piece of paper from a pocket hidden in the folds of his robes. “An’ I quote: ‘I wish da Princess would see life da way it really is’.” He put the paper back and shrugged pompously. “It’s not my fault dere’s not a lot of life to like nowadays.”
Crooner was pale. His voice shook slightly. “That’s – that’s not what I wanted,” he whispered. He turned and dashed away as the genie chortled and guffawed.
The genie lowered himself to just above the heads of the Fraggles.
“Get it for me!” bellowed a thunderous female voice from above.
The genie looked up and frowned in confusion. “Yeah, dat was weird. Anyway,” he continued, looking around at all the Fraggles, “which ones o’ you am I gonna knock off first, huh?”
“You know good knock-knock jokes?” asked Sir Blunderbrain, shield at the ready.
The genie scoffed, “Yeah, but dis ain’t no joke, got it? I gotta hear nuttin’ but singin’ and dancin’ day in an’ day out. I can’t ever get a wink o’ sleep. An’ you guys laugh like it’s goin’ outta style or somethin’. One more laugh outta any o’ you, an’ I’m bringin’ this whole cave down, squashin’ you like a bunch of bugs.” He doubled over in laughter.
Inspiration struck Princess Gwenalot. “Come on, everybody! Let’s use our tails and tickle him into submission!” She saw the crowd of Fraggles look at her as though she had grown another head. She growled, “What are you waiting for? I’m not the only Fraggle here, am I? If we gang up on him, he can’t stop us!”
The genie grabbed Princess Gwenalot by her throat and lifted her up into the air above the frozen Fraggle Pond. “You really are a piece o’ work, you know dat?” he grumbled. His voice boomed. “I can get rid o’ all you Fraggles in one spell if I wanna! An’ don’t you forget it!” He leaned closer in on the Princess. “Why, you don’t seem to be enjoyin’ yourself at all, ‘Your Highness’!”
Crooner reappeared in the Great Hall and jumped up on a large boulder bordering the pond. “Let her go!”
“Make me, loser,” retorted the genie without even looking.
Crooner whipped out a long pipe, made of two separate intertwining tubes, one green and one copper-looking. He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and blew as hard as he could. A shrill note resounded through the air. The genie dropped Princess Gwenalot and clenched the sides of his head, as did most of the Fraggles below him.
A piercing shriek from above harmonized briefly with Crooner’s distraction, and a small bottle dropped from the sky. “My pain tonic!” screeched a female voice.
Sir Blunderbrain caught the small bottle in his hands after it bumped him on his head. He glanced up at the genie. “Hey, I got some magic juice here that will stop you certainly!” he boasted confidently.
The genie took his hands off his ears and smirked. “Is dat so?” he asked.
Sir Blunderbrain opened the bottle and poured out the dark purple liquid onto the cave floor. He stood there, stunned, as the genie began to snicker. “Oh yeah,” continued the genie, “I’m in for it now!”
“But it should have worked,” mumbled Sir Blunderbrain.
Fishface dragged Princess Gwenalot from the frozen Fraggle Pond and smiled at her for the first time since they met. He tugged at the genie’s robes and pointed at him. “Real magic covered in muck and goo of bottle,” he informed the genie. “It magic spell written to take away genie powers.” He turned his back on the genie and smiled broadly, shrugging. “Of course, when we clean bottle, we will see spell and cast it on genie and he will disappear forever.”
The genie’s face fell, frowning for the first time. His voice had a deadly tone. “Is dat so?”
“Is so,” Fishface replied, crossing his arms in indignation.
“I t’ink I’ll just get rid of that stupid spell – as if it could bother me anyways,” the genie decided. He shrunk himself in a cloud of mist and entered the bottle to prevent the Fraggles from seeing it.
Sir Blunderbrain quickly and almost instinctively popped the cork back onto the bottle, trapping the genie for all time, amid a crowd of cheering Fraggles.