Chapter Four - Infinite Ice Cream!

CHAPTER FOUR

Infinite Ice Cream!

TOMMY TAPPED HIS chin like a philosopher.

The genie hovered beside him, filing his nails with a floating notepad labeled “Wish Log – Ongoing Disasters.”

“You get three,” the genie reminded him. “You could solve world hunger. End gravity. Or bring back the dinosaurs. Not recommended, by the way. We tried that in 1987. It got… chomp-y.”

Tommy stared up at him.

“Do you have mint chocolate chip?”

The genie blinked. “...What?”

“Mint chocolate chip ice cream. And peanut butter cup. And cookie dough. And maybe like, all of them. At once. Forever.”

The genie’s eyebrows rose like drawbridges. “Are you wishing… for infinite ice cream?”

Tommy grinned. “Yeah, man. Infinite ice cream. Like, endless. Forever. Raining from the sky. Piling up in the streets. Ice cream for EVERYONE.”

The genie hesitated, pen hovering over the air. “You sure? Infinite is, uh… not a small number.”

“Do it,” Tommy said, arms wide like a hero about to be knighted. “Let it melt the sun.”

The genie shrugged. “Your cone, your call.”

He snapped his fingers.

BOOM.

The attic ceiling cracked open like a giant waffle cone. A thunderous rumble echoed through the house as something cold and creamy poured down.

Tommy barely had time to yell “YES!” before he was knocked off his feet by a tsunami of butterscotch ripple.

Downstairs, the kitchen filled up in seconds. Ice cream surged over countertops, oozed through drawers, and squirted out the toaster. A blender short-circuited from the sheer dairy overload. The TV in the living room now broadcast in strawberry swirl.

Outside, the neighborhood wasn’t faring much better.

A vanilla avalanche rolled down Maple Street. A dog got stuck in a scoop of pistachio. A very confused mailman rode a mint-chocolate-chip wave all the way into the community pool.

Tommy poked his head out of a sundae swirl in the attic. His hair had a scoop of Neapolitan stuck to it like a hat.

The genie floated by, now wearing snowshoes.

“Well,” he said, sipping a frappuccino that had appeared out of nowhere, “on the bright side, you’ve made dessert history.”

Tommy laughed, then gagged as a scoop of rocky road flopped into his mouth mid-breath.

“Mmph! Okay!” he sputtered, “I might not have thought this through.”

The genie smirked. “Oh, don’t worry. Infinite ice cream usually starts slow.”

Tommy’s eyes widened.

This was slow?

“GENIE!” he shouted, dodging a scoop of bubblegum swirl, “I need wish number two! STAT!”

The genie reached for his clipboard.

“Ah, the ol’ wish-reversal panic. A classic. Let me just… find your name on the ‘Oops’ list.”

Tommy slipped, slid, and splashed as chocolate chip waves crashed against the walls.

“I’M SERIOUS!” he yelled, climbing atop a couch made entirely of hot fudge.

The genie chuckled. “Alright, kiddo. Fire away. But choose carefully…”