The Time-Out Whistle Trust Me I'm a Genie

I was hit by a can, opened it and out popped a genie!

# Three wishes set me free

# Trust me I'm a genie

-# Wish one -

-And on that first day

-# I got my very own cafe -

-Taa-daa!

-# Wish two -

-That was cool

-# I got my own swimming pool -

-Hee-hee!

# But then I dropped the magic can

# It filled with sand

# And the works got jammed

-# Wish three -

-A total catastrophe

# The genie raved and ranted

# But no third wish was granted

# If one more wish comes true

# Then I'll be free from you

# Trust me I'm a genie. #

Enough of the ads.

You join us live for the thrilling climax to this semifinal match

between the Quicksand All Stars and the Mega Moles.

The score is tied at one-all with only seconds left.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Oh! May the ball find its rightful place.

What a fantastic pass from the captain.

He walks by the mole and fools another one.

It's an open goal for Diego. He must score!

What is he doing?!

Oh, no!

Five seconds left. But wait, this is not over.

The goalkeeper's crossing the whole pitch and...

..GOAL!

At the very last second, the Quicksands have won.

Despite the useless and pathetic Diego!

Me? Substitute?

Substitute ain't easy, man. You've got to

find the right way of sitting on the bench.

Face it, Diego, you've got four left hooves.

And it's time Zazie had a chance too.

ZAZIE: I'm sorry, Diego.

HE WEEPS

Hey, why the long face?

I'm a camel. Hadn't you noticed?

Come on, this isn't so bad.

Anyone would think you'd been humiliated and rejected.

Are you trying to sell me a wish or something?

Moi? Exploit you in your hour of self-loathing and despair?

Besides, who cares about being in a stupid football team?

Of course, the thought of someone else scoring the winning goal

whilst you sit on the bench - that is worth getting upset about.

You ARE trying to sell me a wish.

No. I'm saying how I understand your pain.

Imagine if it was one of those last-second free kicks

that wins the match.

I can hardly bear to think about it. You know?

One of those shots that go down in history

while the crowd chants your name?

-Diego!

-CROWD: Diego, Diego, Diego...

Because only you can do the camel curveball.

Oh!

CROWD CHEER

Yes, that's it. I wish to score the winning goal in today's final.

Great idea!

I call upon the powers that be to grant this wish and set me free.

Oh!

Diego?

To a referee, this looks useful.

Diego? I feel really bad I'm taking your place

and it's not like I even want to play that much.

That's OK, it's not your fault.

What've you got there?

Oh, just another one of Ziggy's failed wishes.

WHISTLE BLOWS

At least the noise works. Look, no hard feelings, OK?

Zazie?

RATTLING

Wha... What's happening?

Ziggy?!

It's stopped. Everything's stopped except you and me.

It's the whistle!

WHISTLE BLOWS

What's your problem?

WHISTLE BLOWS

So, who was right? You're going to score that goal, pal.

Trust me, I'm a genie.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Live from the Stadium Of Sand, where the captains

are about to submit their final team lists for the game!

After this, there's no going back.

CROWD BOOS

Ow!

Hey, Larry, I see you changed your mind about Diego.

Eh?!

WHISTLE BLOWS

WHISTLE BLOWS

Well, whose face is that? I ain't dreaming.

Wha...?

What's done is done.

You have your reasons and I trust you.

Good lizard.

(Tee-hee-hee-hee!)

KNEES CREAK

Gee, I feel bad about Zazie.

Shhh! Get real, pal. You've got to be in it to win it.

Yeah, but from now on, no more cheating.

Cheating, moi?

I give you my best magic and all you can do is...sniffle.

I don't mind not playing. You guys just go out there and win, OK?

Besides, the opposition does look a bit scary.

THEY GROWL

And so we come to the much-awaited moment - the grand finale!

In the right corner,

321 kilos soaking wet - the Quicksands!

In the left, 25 tons of muscle - the Deadly Trumpets!

TRUMPET BLARE

REFEREE BLOWS WHISTLE

Whaaaah!

1-0 to the Deadly Trumpets.

Could the Quicksands have what it takes?

They'll have to use every ounce of their...

TRUMPET BLARE

2-0!

3-0!

4-0.

TRUMPET BLARE

5-0.

We can still win this. They're going to be complacent now.

And that's when we'll get them.

TRUMPET BLARE

Hey, Quicksands, we're aiming for another ten.

And I ain't talking goals. I'm talking broken legs.

Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha! Your legs.

You're wrong. I just remembered, I left the bath running.

Seems to me we're going to need a miracle.

OK, let's have a miracle.

The Deadly Trumpets start the second half just as they ended the first.

This isn't a match, it's a massacre!

WHISTLE BLOWS

Even you can't miss from here.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Whoo-hoo!

Hey! How'd he do that?

WHISTLE BLOWS

And he's equalised!

Diego is transformed!

He's moving so quickly you can barely see it!

I knew it!

You're using magic to score all these goals.

You dirty cheat!

Hey! Give me that!

Aaarrgghh!

TRUMPET BLARE

And it's a penalty to Diego with the scores tied level

and a minute left to play of the game!

Noooooo!

I think we might need another substitute here.

Now, Diego! Don't let me down.

I'll try, Ziggy. It's just the goal looks so small all of a sudden.

And it's Ziggy who scores the winning goal!

Ah! Noooooo!

Poor Ziggy. Those elephants really took it out on him.

'Shocking scenes as the Deadly Trumpets

'unleash their anger on the scorer of the penalty.'

'Was this a miracle?'

'The trumpets are disqualified for unsporting behaviour

'and the Quicksands are declared the winners!'

Well if you ask me, neither side deserved to win.

Still, whichever way you look at it,

we've got him to thank for the trophy.

Have they gone yet?

TRUMPET BLARE

TRUMPET BLARE

TRUMPET BLARE

THEY LAUGH

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