Mystery of the Middle East

It was a normal night like any other in LA. Mike, Jerry, Reggie, Davy, and Micky were at a club or another, watching Quackerjack perform some oldies but goodies. He was in the middle of Gene Pitney's "Mecca," which was pretty much his show stopper, since he had Phyllis, Sarah, Camille, and Valerie do his backing vocals, wearing belly dancer's costumes. The whole Middle Eastern motif reminded Mike of something, and he began digging through his pockets, looking for something. By the time he found what he was looking for, Quackerjack was finished with that particular set, and he walked down to the table with the girls.

"Hi guys," he said.

"Hey," Micky said. "What's with the belly dancers bit?"

"What else do you do for a back up thing when the song sounds Middle Eastern?" Quackerjack asked, with a shrug.

"Never again will I do this," Sarah said, tugging at the elastic waistband of her pants. "I'm not a good belly dancer."

"Well, you've got the body for the costume," Reggie said. "Like you always say, if you've got it, flaunt it."

Sarah smacked Reggie for that remark. The others laughed.

"Yeah, speakin' of the Middle East," Mike said. "I got a postcard from my Uncle Will."

That got the others' attention. Mike's uncle, Will Westerman, was known to travel the world. He was a writer, and visited many exotic places, looking for anything to write about. His travels brought him to a small country in the Middle East, called Khakistan.

"What's it say, Mike?" Jerry asked.

"Not much," Mike replied, reading the postcard. "Just says that he's having the time of his life, and that he's gonna go back to England by the end of next week, and that he's gonna drop in on us tomorrow."

"Hey cool," Micky said.

"Yeah, Mike," Quackerjack said. "Your uncle's the most interesting guy I've ever met!"

"Yeah, he's really groovy," Mike said. He folded the postcard, and put it in his pocket.

Mike enjoyed visits from his uncle. He usually lived in England, and Mike was usually to busy to go over there and see him, unless the group was on tour in England. Also, whenever Mike did have the time to visit his uncle, Will was always in some exotic land, looking for inspiration for one of his books. In any case, the next morning, Mike gave Bob the heads up.

"Great," Bob said. "I just got finished reading his latest book. Did he really run with the bulls? And compete in a bull fight?"

"He sure did," Mike said. "And I've got the red cape he used in it."

"How does he do it without getting killed?"

"He's an uncle on my mother's side of the family. Does that tell you anythin'?"

"Plenty, thank you."

Mike laughed, and walked off. Will's latest piece of fiction was about a young Englishman visiting Spain, and he wanted to impress a Spanish girl he had fallen for. He had run with the bulls and participated in a bull fight to gather information. That was usually how Will wrote his novels. Instead of researching through books and the Internet, he'd go hands on and do something.

"I gotta tell you, Mike," Peter said. "Your uncle is something else!"

"Don't I know it!" Mike shouted. "He's been on countless safaris in Africa, climbed volcanoes in Hawaii, ran along the Great Wall of China, trekked through the Amazon, played Bagpipes in Scotland . . . . . he's even seen the Loch Ness Monster!"

"It really exists?" Fluey asked.

"Heck yeah, Shotgun!" Mike shouted. "He's seen monsters that people have said don't really exist!"

"How old is this guy?" Drake asked.

"Well . . . ." Mike said. "You've seen my aunts Hilda and Zelda, right?"


"And they don't look a day over thirty or so, right?"


"But really they're six hundred plus years. Uncle Will is about . . . . . seven hundred thirty-four, really, but he doesn't look it. That's witches for you."

"What else has he done, Mike?" Fluey asked.

"Remember the Berlin wall?" Mike asked. "He helped tear it down. And he was stationed in Hawaii durin' World War Two. And he served in England durin' World War One, performed for Queen Victoria at Buckingham Palace, saw the signin' of the Declaration if Independence, and crossed the Delaware with George Washington."

"Whoa!" Fluey shouted. "Impressive!"

Peter and Drake agreed. They have never heard of anyone like this before. They all met Will prior to this, but they didn't realize just how long he has been around, and all the places he's been do, and all the things he's seen. Mike walked across the studio, and sat at his typewriter, just typing whatever came to his mind first. As he was typing, Sabrina ran over to him.

"Is he here yet?" she asked.

"Not yet," Mike said. "I can't wait to hear about this trip!"

"If it's anything like the trip to Spain, it should be a good one!"

Mike smiled and nodded. He continued typing on his typewriter for about ten minutes, and suddenly, he heard some kind of strange horn. But it wasn't a conventional horn. This one just gave out one long blast of music, if you could call it that. It was like nothing Mike had ever heard before.

"Hey, what in the world is that?" Sabrina asked.

"Sounds like a duck with a head cold," Jerry replied. Mike shook his head for a moment, and realized what it was.

"Oh, you know what?" he said. "That's gotta be Uncle Will!"

Mike jumped to his feet, and ran across the studio. Sabrina followed. Jerry stood up, and walked in the direction Mike and Sabrina were going in. Mike and Sabrina stopped when they saw their uncle, holding what looked like a bull's horn in his hand, and blowing into it. Mike and Sabrina laughed, as he put it down.

"Not much of an instrument," he said. "Maybe I'll use it as a duck call when I go duck hunting next month."

"Yeah, why not?" Mike asked. "Jerry said it sounded like a duck with a head cold."

"Well, that's Jerry for you," Will said. "Michael, you should have seen Khakistan. You would have loved it!"

"I told myself I will never go to the Middle East. Not with what's goin' on in Iraq. It's just crazy over there, you know?"

"Yes, I know, I know. But Khakistan is nowhere near Iraq, Iran, or any of the more . . . . . well, countries for lack of a better word."

Mike had to laugh over that one. He, Sabrina, and Will then walked around the studio, picking up the others, while Will told all about the trip.

"I was invited to the Sultan's palace," he said. "He really knew how to throw a party! The incense burned all night. All three nights, I should say."

"Sounds like my kind of party," Peter replied.

"You would have enjoyed it, Peter," Will said. He took his bag, and pulled a glass jar out of it. "I made sure I picked up some incense for your collection. Directly from the Sultan's collection."

"Wow," Peter said.

"Hey, that's all right," Drake said.

"Uncle Will is known for gettin' in good terms with royalty," Mike said.

"What's the music like over there?" Fluey asked.

"Typical Middle Eastern," Will said. "You've heard the Rolling Stones 'Paint it Black' I'm sure."

"Oh yeah. A number of times."

"Similar to the style. You know how artists used sitars."

"Yeah, I know. I think Mike played one once."

"I know you, Fluey. You're the music lover. Maybe you could get your uncle how to teach you to play this."

As if by magic, Will pulled a sitar out of his bag. It wasn't like any other sitar anyone had seen before. Fluey took it, and plucked one of the strings.

"Hey, man, outta site!" he shouted.

"You got one weird vocab, Shotgun," Mike replied, shaking his head.

"So what's your next book, Will?" Quackerjack asked.

"A take of the ever popular Aladdin story," Will said. "With a slight twist of course. I haven't worked out all the bugs yet. But I had an interesting conversation with a descendant of Scheherazade. She gave me something I think you'll find quite interesting, Quackerjack."

Will then pulled a book out of his bag and handed it to Quackerjack.

"Great," Quackerjack said, looking at it. It looked like it was ancient. "Oh hey, the Arabian Nights, and then some."

"That's perfect for him," Sabrina said. "That book should keep him busy for the next . . . . two hours."

Quackerjack laughed, and started looking through the book. Will began rummaging through his bag.

"Michael, for you, I have something special," he said. "Jerry, you come here, too."

"This oughta be good," Jerry said.

"Oh yeah," Mike said. "Uncle Will brings back the best stuff from his trips. When he tore down the Berlin wall, he saved a chunk of it and gave it to me."

"Cool," Jerry replied.

Will smiled, and pulled out a silver pendant on a string. It wasn't much, and definitely not Will's usual style. Usually, he brought Mike something exotic and elaborate.

"No offense, Uncle Will, but I think you're losin' your touch," Mike said. "This is a little plain, you know?"

"I know, Michael, I know," Will said, handing Mike the pendant. "But there's a very interesting story behind it."

Will pulled out an identical pendant, and handed it to Jerry. Jerry shrugged, and promptly put it on.

"So tell us the story," he said.

"See, these two pendants are replicas of magic ones that once belonged to the Sultan of Khakistan and long, long time ago," Will said. "Centuries ago, during the day of the Arabian Nights!"

"Whoa," Quackerjack said, putting his book down.

"It has been said, that the two silver pendants are the key to finding the greatest treasure in all the world," Will continued. "However, the Sultan never figured out the secret. The pendants were stolen by vandals, who went out searching for the treasure."

"Did they ever find it?" Mike asked.

"No," Will said. "There was this giant sand storm, and the thieves lost the pendants. It's an old legend in Khakistan. They had a bunch of these on sale in their market place. I hadn't intended on buying one, but the person who was running the stand told me this story, and I figured you'd find it interesting, and I thought maybe you and Jerry would get a kick out of trying to solve the mystery of the Khakistan treasure."

"Yeah right," Mike said. "I mean, you said so yourself, Uncle Will. These are just replicas, not the real thing. We wouldn't be able to solve the mystery even if we did have the real things!"

"You never know, Mike," Jerry said. "At any rate, these things are pretty much the perfect fashion accessory."

"He's got you there, Michael," Will said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must drop in on Kate, and give her some magic I picked up from a local Khakistan witch doctor."

"Bye," Mike said as his uncle left. As he left, Mike got an idea. He turned to Bob.

"Hey, Bob, I just had this great thought," he said.

"What?" Bob asked. "You want to do a sequel to that genie movie we made?"

"No, even better. A concert. All of us doin' this Middle Eastern type thing, costumes and all. Tomorrow night, what do you think?"

"Hand me a genie bottle, and point me in the direction of Araby, because I love it!"

The others liked the idea, as well, but they were going to have a heck of a time digging up material. Jerry finally came up with the concept of finding every song they could think of that sounded like something out of the Middle East, and just play some traditional music, and he could come up with some choreography to it. Bob went with that. He knew that if the Monkees were going to be involved, the kids would go for it. Everyone separated to get ready for this concert. Mike was planning on making this the biggest concert event of the century. He was so intent on it, he didn't notice his sixth sense starting to flare a little.

Unknown to Mike, he was being watched, from a long, long time ago, but the Sultan of Khakistan. The Sultan was able to see into the future (and present day Los Angeles is the future, from where the Sultan was). Apparently, the pendants Will had brought back, weren't replicas. They were the real things.

"I must get those pendants," he said, looking into a crystal ball. "The two boys that have them now must know the secret."

"But how do we get them back, sire?" one of his guards asked. "They are years and years into the future."

"I'm aware of that," the Sultan said. Then he thought it over. "Send Hakim here."

One of the guards banged a gong, and an old man carrying a large bag appeared.

"You sent for me, sire?" he asked.

"I did," the Sultan said. "I want my guards to retrieve my silver pendants, so that I may find the secret to the treasure of Khakistan. But the pendants are in the future."

"Ahhh, this is not a problem, your majesty," Hakim said. He opened his bag, and began pulling things out of it. He finally unearthed a small jar of magic dust.

"All your guards have to do is throw this into the air, and they'll be taken where they want to go," he said, handing the jar to the Sultan.

"Excellent," the Sultan said, and he handed the jar to the captain of the guards. "You know what to do. Bring me the pendants, and the two boys."

"Yes, your excellency," the captain said, and he walked out of the palace to meet with the other guards.

That night, the guards went out into the desert, in order to have a little room for what they were about to do. The captain of the guards, opened the jar, took out a handful of dust, and threw it into the air. He rode through the hole in the sky he created, and the other guards followed. They ended up right where they wanted to be: right outside the club where Mike and the others were performing. The guards snuck in through the back door, going unnoticed. Security figured they were part of the act.

"Now where do we find the Sultan's pendants?" one guard asked.

The captain looked around, and saw Mike and Jerry coming down the hallway, both of them wearing the pendants.

"This is a pretty weird idea, Mike," Jerry said.

"Hey, I had to go with it," Mike said. "Besides, Camille's always wanted to do her Scheherazade routine."

"True. Besides, it was kind of fun working on a dance routine to some traditional Middle Eastern music."

"Wait'll you see what else we have. Fluey and Linda are doin' a recreation of the I Dream of Jeannie title sequence."

"That oughta be interesting."

Mike and Jerry started laughing, and they walked towards the stage. The guards just stood there, wondering what to do.

"So how are we going to get the pendants, captain?" one asked.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking," the captain said.

The guards started walking towards the stage. There wasn't much they could do about it, though. They wanted to get the pendants inconspicuously, and without raising any suspicions. That was going to be easier said than done. For the first half of the performance, the guards just stood by, waiting for their chance. Finally, the groups hit half time, and took a break.

"Man, I'm zonked," Mike said.

"So am I," Jerry said. "We're creating the Arabian Nights out there."

"This is much more entertaining than the Sultan's belly dancers back in Khakistan," Will replied.

"Uncle Will, you're cracked if you think we're more entertainin' than belly dancers," Mike said.

"Hmm. Perhaps I inhaled one incense too many."

Jerry laughed over that one, and walked into one of the dressing rooms. Micky and Quackerjack were getting ready with a production that was to open the next act.

"I'm glad Bob let us use the props and costumes from that genie movie we did," Micky said. "Although this genie outfit looks better on Mike than it does on me."

"You guys ready for the Aladdin story line?" Jerry asked.

"Just about," Quackerjack said. "We've still got twenty minutes before curtain."

"We should do dinner theater more often," Micky said, as he and Quackerjack left the room.

Jerry laughed, and sat down. He began rolling his shoulders, in order to loosen up his neck. He was glad he didn't have to go back on stage until after the Aladdin sketch. At any rate, Jerry began massaging his neck, relaxing a little. As he was relaxing, the door opened. Jerry didn't pay too much attention. He figured it was probably Mike or Davy or somebody, just coming into relax. Of course, it wasn't. It was the Khakistan guards. Jerry stretched, and managed to catch a glimpse of the guards in the mirror. He turned around and gave them a weird look, not sure if Bob hired these guys or not. The guards didn't say anything either. Two of them just reached out and grabbed Jerry by the arms.

"Hey, what's going on here?!" Jerry shouted.

"You're coming with us," the captain of the guards said.

"What?!" Jerry shouted. "But why? And who are you?"

"You have one of the Sultan's pendant. You must know the secret of the of the pendants."

"I don't. I swear, I don't! This thing's just a replica of the pendant. At least I think it is, but now I'm not so sure anymore."

The captain of the guards pulled out the jar of magic dust and opened it. He was about to throw some into the air, but Jerry kicked one of the guards in the leg, and jabbed the other in the stomach with his elbow. He started running, but another guard blocked the door. Another guard grabbed Jerry's arms from behind and held him in an iron grip.

"Let go of me!" he yelled, struggling.

"Captain, we'd better get out of here," the guard said. "We can come back for the other one later."

"Looks like we'll have to," the captain said, taking a handful of magic dust. He threw it into the air, and the guards began running through it, taking Jerry with them. Of course, just before they disappeared, the door opened. Reggie stood there, looking at the disappearing hole oddly.

"Either I've been working too hard, or something's up," he said. "And if I know the Writer, something's up. Hey, Mike! Get over here!"

"What's wrong?" Mike asked, as he, Will, Micky, Quackerjack, and Camille ran over.

"I just saw a hole disappear right in the middle of the room," Reggie said. "And it looked like some rejects from a Lawrence of Arabia movie went through it. I heard Jerry in there, talking to these guys, and they said something about that story your uncle told us about your pendants."

"Mike, you don't think . . . ." Camille began.

"They must've thought our replicas were the real thing," Mike said. Then he took hold of his pendant. "Although . . . . . Uncle Will, did you scan these?"

"No," Will said. "There were about a hundred of them at the stand."

"And there's a ninety-eight percent chance of a hundred that the ones you got are the real things," Quackerjack said.

"Right," Mike said. He held his pendant in his hand, and looked at it intently, scanning it. Then he nearly fainted.

"Oh no," he moaned.

"Don't tell me, Michael," Will said. "They're the real things."

"Yes!" Mike shouted.

"I asked you not to tell me," Will said.

"What are we gonna do?" Micky asked.

Mike scooped up a handful of the magic dust and looked at it. Then he turned towards the others.

"Somethin' tells me that those guards came from the past," he said. "The Sultan must be able to see into the future, and to wherever he is, this is the future. I may have to go back into the past and follow them."

"I'll go with you," Reggie said.

"Reg, you can't go," Camille said. "You're in the Aladdin sketch, and you're the only one who knows the lines."

"Oh," Reggie said.

"I'll accompany you, Michael," Will said. "It might make a fascinating passage for my new book."

"Are you sure, Uncle Will?" Mike asked.

"Quite positive, my boy. Besides, I feel responsible for this anyway. I was the one who gave both you and Jerry those pendants. Especially without making sure they weren't the real things."

"But what are we supposed to do until you get back?" Micky asked. "Right after the Aladdin sketch, the Discophonics are supposed to perform."

"Drag Aladdin as far as you can," Mike said. "If you get done with it before we get back, do the act that follows the Discophonics."

"Okay, but Davy's not gonna like that," Micky said.

The act that happened to be after the Discophonics was Peter and Davy in a camel suit dancing around on stage. When they drew straws for that, Peter and Davy ended up with the short ones (the story of Davy's life).

"Good luck, guys," Reggie said.

"We'll need it," Mike said. "I'm gettin' an uneasy feelin' about this!"

Mike threw the magic dust into the air, and another hole appeared. He and Will went through it before it could close up, and they found themselves in a desert.

"Follow me, Michael," Will said. "I've been to Khakistan before it was modernized when I was a young boy. I know it by heart."

"I sure hope so," Mike said. "I hate to think what the Sultan's gonna do to Jerry. By the way, you'd better zap into somethin' a little more appropriate."

"What do you mean?" Will asked.

"I mean what I'm wearin' will work, considerin' I just came from a theater, performin' a thousand and one Arabian Nights, and you look like someone from present day California."

"Hmm. Good point."

Will snapped his fingers, and transformed his clothes into something straight out of the Monkees episode Everywhere a Sheik Sheik.

"How's this?" he asked.

"Very Nahudian," Mike said. "Come on. Let's go."

"Right behind you."

Mike and Will headed for the city. Mike took his pendant and hid it underneath his shirt, in case the guards were lurking around for anyone with it. Speaking of the guards, they brought Jerry to the palace, and practically threw him at the Sultan's feet.

"Here is one of the boys, your majesty," the captain said.

"But where is the other one?" the Sultan asked.

"We didn't have time to get him."

"He'll probably come to you," Jerry said, standing up. "At least that's what I'm hoping."

"I hope that, too," the Sultan said, yanking the pendant off Jerry's neck. "He has my other pendant. Now, tell me young man. Tell me the secrets of the pendant."

"I don't know them," Jerry said shrugging. "If I did, I'd tell you, but I don't."

"The pendant has been in your possession for who knows how long, and you're telling me you don't know the secret of the mysterious Khakistan treasure?"

"I only had the thing for two days! I'm not a magician, either. You can't expect me to know where the Khakistan treasure is under those conditions!"

"You're holding out on me, boy. I know you're hiding something about the pendants."

"All I know is that somehow, you need both of them to find this treasure. I'm not exactly sure why that is, but . . . ."

The Sultan didn't believe Jerry for a second. He figured that the Geator had a cool mind, and he wasn't going to tell him where the treasure was, unless the price was right. But the Sultan wasn't going to play that kind of game.

"Guards!" he called. "Lock this insolent young fool in the tower."

"For how long, sire?" the guard asked.

"Until he decides to tell me what I want to know."

"But I don't know anything!" Jerry shouted. "Please, you've got to believe me! I don't know!"

The guards dragged Jerry by the arms up to the tower, and threw him inside. Jerry looked at his surroundings. He noticed the window didn't have any bars on it. He could probably climb down when the guards weren't looking.

"I wouldn't try climbing out, my friend," the guard said. "It's about a thousand feet up, and the palace walls are as smooth as glass. You're not getting out of here until you tell the Sultan the secret of the pendants."

"But I don't know any secrets!" Jerry shouted. "Honest to . . . . . uhh, Allah, I guess."

The guards shut the tower door, and left. Jerry sat down at the window sill and sighed. He may have been in a prison, but that prison had a great view of Khakistan. He could see everything in the city for miles. He just wished he could see Mike coming.

Mike, in the meantime, had arrived at the front gates of Khakistan with Will. The two of them stood there, not sure if they wanted to go in.

"What kind of a country would you say Khakistan is?" Mike asked.

"It all depends on who you ask," Will replied. "And in what time period. The Sultan of our time is a very fair minded man. The Sultan of this time, well, he's a money grubbing, pompous wind bag, caring only about himself and money."

"I guess we'll have to watch our backs. Come on."

Mike and Will walked through the gates, and found themselves in the Khakistan market place, which was a hive of activity. People were walking back and forth, selling and buying.

"Well, here goes nothin'," Mike said, and he walked up to a woman, inspecting oranges.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" he asked. "What's the easiest way to get to the Sultan's palace?"

"Steal fruit," the woman said. She paid her dinar for the oranges and walked off.

"Well, yeah, I suppose that would work," Mike said. "But I'm not gonna resort to thievery. You got any ideas, Uncle Will?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," Will said. "We just walk up to the palace, and sneak in."

"Works for me."

Mike and Will walked along the market place, taking glances around the city, pretending they were browsing. Finally, they made it to the palace gates, and saw that it was being guarded by not one, but two guards.

"I'm guessin' they won't like strangers," Mike said.

"You're guessing right," Will said. "However, we're not licked yet."

"You got an idea on how to get in?"

"Now have I ever let you down before, Michael?"

"No, not really."

"I picked up this little trick from the Caliph of Sarandeeve. He liked to have moonlight flights over the Orient, don't you know."

Will dug into his pocket, and pulled out two tassels. He held them together, but when he pulled them apart, a carpet appeared from thin air. Then Will threw it up, and it flew around for a bit and finally stopped.

"Whoa!" Mike shouted, impressed. "Now that's a good trick!"

"And we have found our way in," Will said. "All aboard!"

Mike climbed onto the carpet after Will. It took to the air, and sailed over the palace gates. Once it landed, they went around back to start their search. Jerry looked out the window, and saw them run by.

"Mike!" he called. "Hey Mike! Up here!"

Of course, since Jerry was so high up, Mike didn't hear him. He just ran past, with Will hot on his heels.

"Great, he can't hear me," Jerry groaned. "What am I gonna do now?"

Jerry leaned against the side of the window, and looked down. As he was trying to figure out how to get Mike's attention, a little bird flew over, and landed on the window sill. That gave Jerry an idea. Mike was still in sight.

"I don't know if you can understand me, little guy," he said. "But you see that guy down there in the wool hat?"

The bird looked, and chirped. Jerry took that as a good sign.

"Go to him, and tell him Jerry's in the tower," he said. "He'll understand!"

Jerry let the little bird go. The bird dive bombed towards Mike and landed on his shoulder, chirping ferociously.

"What's the matter, fella?" Mike asked, letting the bird fly onto his finger. "A royal pussy cat after you?"

The bird continued to chirp. Will looked at him oddly, wondering what in the world Mike was doing.

"Say that again?" Mike asked. The bird chirped again. "Oh yeah? Really? Great, thanks!"

"What was that all about?" Will asked, as the little bird flew away.

"That little bird just told us Jerry's in the tower we just passed," Mike said. "He probably saw us, and called, but we didn't hear him 'cause the tower's so high up. Come on!"

Mike and Will jumped onto the carpet, and flew up to the tower window. Jerry was relieved to see them.

"Boy am I glad you're here!" he shouted, climbing onto the carpet.

"Man, this is one high tower," Mike said. "No wonder there aren't any bars on the windows. You'd have to be crazy to try to climb out."

"That's the Sultan for you," Will replied. "Come on. Let's get out of here."

Before they could make their escape, the door opened, to reveal the guards. And they didn't look to happy.

"Sound the alert!" one shouted. "The prisoner is escaping!"

"Let's jet!" Mike yelled.

The carpet took off with lightning speed. The guards raced down the stairs and ran into the throne room.

"Your majesty!" one shouted. "The prisoner has escaped!"

"What?!" the Sultan shouted. "How could escape?! He was at least a thousand feet up!"

"It was on a magic carpet. He and two others blasted off. And I think the younger of the other two was the other boy with the pendant."

"Well, don't just stand there! Get me my horse! We're going after them!"

The Sultan and his guards ran out of the palace and out to the stables to get their horses. The captain of the guards managed to keep the carpet in sight.

"This way!" he shouted. "They're getting away!"

The guards practically flew after the carpet. They were running as fast as they could to catch up with it.

"Uh oh, Mike," Jerry said, looking down. "We've got company."

"I was hoping they wouldn't follow us," Will said.

"Well, they did see us leave," Mike said. "No problemo. We'll just gain a little more altitude!"

Mike snapped his fingers and the carpet rose higher. The guards were hot on their heels.

"They can't still be following us," Will said, looking down.

"Well they are," Jerry said. "We need a diversion."

"I've got the perfect thing," Mike said, snapping his fingers. He brewed up one whammy of a sand storm. It managed to hold off the Sultan and his army.

"All right, Mike!" Jerry shouted.

"I've heard of here's mud in your eye," Will said. "But here's sand in your eye?"

Mike shrugged. The Sultan wasn't very happy about this. Luckily for him, he had borrowed some tricks from Hakim. He pulled a jar out of his horse's saddle bag, and opened it. The sand storm was sucked into it.

"They're headed into the forest, sire!" one of the guards shouted.

"Excellent!" the Sultan shouted. "We'll head them off in there!"

The Sultan and the guards took off into the forest. Mike, Will, and Jerry saw them still coming however.

"What'd they do? Put a trackin' device on us?" Mike asked.

"Must have," Will said.

"Maybe we oughta go lower," Jerry said. "I mean, look down there. A forest. If we go any higher through the forest, they'll spot us for sure."

"Jerry's right," Mike said. "If we can get into the forest, they may have a harder chance tryin' to find us."

"Works for me," Will said. "Dive! Dive!"

"Goin' down!" Mike shouted.

The carpet plunged downward into the thick forest. The trio looked behind them to see if the Sultan and the guards were still following them.

"I think we lost 'em," Mike said.

"Now if we can only get back to our own time," Will said. "I think I might be able to cast a spell and get us out of here."

"Great," Jerry said. Then he turned around and looked at the direction they were heading. Right for a tree branch. And Mike and Will weren't paying any attention to where they were going.

"Hey, Mike, watch out!" Jerry yelled.

Before anything else could happen, the carpet hit the tree branch. WHACK! Mike and Jerry fell to the ground, while Will got hung up on the branch with the carpet.

"Anybody get the license number of that truck?" he asked, dazed.

Mike and Jerry crash landed onto the ground, in a pile of leaves. WHUMP! Both were pretty dazed, but managed to keep their senses together.

"Whoa man," Mike said.

"This should teach us to watch where we're going," Jerry said. "Surprisingly, you and I don't have this trouble driving!"

"What happened to Uncle Will?" Mike asked.

"Maybe he's hung up on the branch or something."

Mike and Jerry stood up, and looked up at the tree, trying to see if they could spot Will and the carpet, but were met by some unwanted guests. The Sultan and his guards.

"Ah ha!" the captain of the guards shouted.

"Aw man," Jerry groaned.

"Okay, buster, I've had it," Mike said.

"There's no need to be hostile," the Sultan said. "I just want the pendant if you have it."

"Yeah, I have it. But I'm not gonna give it to you. I'm curious about this Khakistan treasure myself. And I think I'll just keep the pendant. And that other pendant now belongs to Jerry, so I'll just be takin' it off your hands."

Mike snapped his fingers and the pendant the Sultan had flew out of his pouch. The Sultan grabbed it back, and glared at Mike.

"A witch, are we?" he asked. "That's not a problem. I know a witch, too. My sooth sayer, Hakim, has a bag of tricks. And I brought them with me."

The Sultan reached into another pouch, and held a handful of magic dust. He threw it right in Mike and Jerry's faces. They coughed a little, and then froze in place, as if they were in a trance.

"Excellent," the Sultan said. "You will obey my every command."

"I will obey your every command," Mike and Jerry said, in monotone unison.

"I command you to dance!"

"I will obey your every command."

Mike and Jerry began to dance a rendition of the Dance of the Seven Veils. Mike took it a step further by walking like an Egyptian. The guards began laughing like crazy.

"Now I command you to imitate a couple of chickens," the Sultan said.

"I will obey your every command," Mike and Jerry said, and then they began flapping their arms, scratching around the ground and clucking.

"Bwaaaaack, buck, buck, buck," they said. The guards were practically rolling on the ground laughing their heads off. The Sultan stifled a chuckle.

"All right, all right, that's enough," the Sultan said. "Now, the fun can begin. Tall one, I command you to give me your pendant."

"I will obey your every command," Mike said. He took off the pendant and handed it to the Sultan, who immediately stuffed it into his pouch with the other pendant.

"Excellent," he said. "Now, short one, when I snap my fingers, you will be taken out of your trance."

The Sultan snapped his fingers. Jerry shook his head out for a moment, feeling a little strange.

"What's going on?" he asked. The Sultan smiled sneakily, and pushed Jerry into the guards.

"Hold him," the Sultan said. "And make sure he doesn't escape."

"Yes sire," the captain of the guards said, as he locked a pair of iron shackles on Jerry's wrists. The Sultan turned to Mike.

"All right, tall one," he said. "There's a cliff right over there. I command you to walk over it."

"No!" Jerry yelled.

"I will obey your every command," Mike said, and he started walking. Jerry was in a full scale panic.

"Mike, snap out of it!" he yelled. "Please, please, please snap out of it!"

"He only obeys my command," the Sultan said. "And there is nothing you can do about it."

Jerry watched as Mike took that final step over the cliff, and plummeted. The Sultan laughed hysterically and pulled the two pendants out of his pouch.

"Now that I have both pendants," he said, holding them directly in front of Jerry's face. "You'll tell me the secret of the Khakistan treasure."

"But I don't know it!" Jerry yelled.

"I'll make you tell me. I think I'll have Hakim create a little something that will make you give me what I want."

"I swear, I don't know anything! Put me in that trance and ask me! I don't know it!"

"Guards, take him back to the palace."

The guards began to drag Jerry back to the palace. The Sultan laughed and followed. He was sure he was going to learn the mystery of the Khakistan treasure. However, the Sultan hadn't counted on there being a third to deal with. Once they were gone, Will jumped out of the tree, with his carpet, and looked around.

"This isn't going well," he said. "Okay, never mind. I'll just go find Michael, and we'll manage to set things straight. Provided he didn't kill himself when he went over that cliff."

Will threw his carpet in the air, jumped on it, and dove down the cliff, looking for Mike, hoping he broke out of the trance he was in and parachuted down. No such luck. All that was at the bottom of the cliff was a lake.

"Well, maybe Michael was lucky and he splashed down," he said. "But that could mean he'd be anywhere now."

Will looked into the lake. It didn't seem to be very deep, but as a writer, Will knew looks were often deceiving. He couldn't see the bottom of the lake at all.

"Michael must be around this forest," he concluded. "He certainly couldn't have sunk to the bottom of the lake, now good he?"

Will was about to walk off when he saw something in the water float by. Mike's wool hat. Will picked it up, and then groaned.

"Oh boy," he said. "Michael does not go anywhere without this hat. That trance he was in must've been a strong one. I guess there's no time to think about it now."

With that, Will dove into the lake, and started swimming towards the bottom. The lake was deeper than he thought. He continued swimming, until he managed to reach the bottom. There was Mike, laying at the bottom of the lake, unconscious. Will wound his arm around the Monkee's chest, and swam up to the surface.

"Michael, don't do this to me," he said, as he pulled Mike onto the shore line. "You know I don't know artificial resuscitation, or CPR or anything like that!"

Will made a face. He had no idea what to do. He knew CPR had to be done, but he didn't know how to do it. All he knew is that it would probably do more harm than good if someone who doesn't know how to do CPR applied it. He just sat there, shaking Mike by the shoulders.

"Michael, please don't do this to me!" he shouted. "You can't bail out on me now! You know more about these types of situations than I do. I can't go through this alone, and besides which, you know Jerry better than I do!"

Will still didn't get any response. He was getting pretty impatient here. Finally, he looked up at the sky and groaned.

"Forgive me if I kill him, but this has to be done," he said. "Besides, I'm desperate!"

Will brought his hands together and rubbed them as fast and as hard as he could. Soon, a spark appeared, and his hands became electrified.

"One, two, three," he counted. "Clear!"

Will pressed his hands onto Mike's chest, as if he were defribulating him. Mike's body jolted, but he still didn't revive. Will tried again.

"Clear!" he shouted, and pressed down, harder than the first time. Again, Mike jolted, but didn't come around. Will was starting to get a little nervous.

"One more time," he said. "And if this doesn't work, I give up. Clear!"

Will pressed his hands onto Mike's chest as hard as he could. Again, Mike jolted, but this time, he gagged harshly, and sat up. He coughed, and spat water out of his mouth. Once it was all out of his mouth, he fell backwards, staring up at the sky, breathing heavily. Will breathed of relief, and looked at the sky.

"Thank you," he said. He cleared his throat, and looked at Mike. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," Mike said, a little dazed. "I'm okay. Where's Jerry?"

"The Sultan and his goons took him back to the palace. He's going to try to worm the secret of the Khakistan treasure out of Jerry."

"But Jerry doesn't know it. Heck, even I don't know it!"

"The Sultan thinks Jerry's holding out on him."

"Okay. This is not a problem. We'll just go back to the palace, get Jerry out of there, and find a way to get home. If the Sultan wants those pendants that bad, he can have 'em! I don't want to waste anymore time huntin' this Khakistan mystery treasure!"

"I don't blame you in the least, Michael. Let's go."

Mike and Will climbed onto the carpet, and flew off, back towards the palace. The Sultan, in the meantime, was sitting in his throne room, watching his belly dancers perform. Once they were through, the captain of the guards practically threw Jerry at the Sultan's feet. The Sultan had a plan in mind. He knew Jerry was a dancer, he could see that when he put the Geator in that trance. Once the guards got him back to the palace, the Sultan ordered Jerry to be thrown into the harem, with the dancing girls, and to let them take care of him, until he was summoned. Hakim then created a pair of shoes that would have the wearer start dancing the moment any music started. The Sultan ordered Hakim to take them to the harem at once. So now here was Jerry, dressed in something similar to all those harem girls, but with a bit more of a masculine twist to it, on his knees in front of the Sultan, wearing Hakim's magic dancing shoes.

"All right, boy," the Sultan said. "Are you going to tell me the secret of the pendants?"

"I already told you, I don't know!" Jerry shouted.

"You're holding out on me, boy."

"No, I swear I'm not! I honestly don't know anything about those pendants!"

"I think you'll change your mind."

The Sultan snapped his fingers, and his court musicians began to play a typical, upbeat, Middle Eastern tune. Jerry stood up, and started dancing, but he couldn't get himself to stop. The Sultan started laughing.

"Are you ready to tell me what I want to know?" he asked.

"I can't!" Jerry shouted. "I don't know what you want to know!"

"I still say you're holding out on me!"

"But I'm not!"

The Sultan didn't believe him. He just had the musicians play some more. Finally, the Sultan had them stop.

"Take him back to the harem," he said. "I'll try again later."

The guards took Jerry by the arms and dragged him back to the harem. They threw him inside, and then left. Jerry looked around the room.

"I think Davy would be in paradise if he were sentenced here," he said.

That happened to be true. Like any Middle Eastern harem, the room was full of gorgeous young women, all wearing skimpy outfits. At any normal time, Jerry would have dove in head first at the opportunity, but this time, he just wanted out. He couldn't take much more of the Sultan trying to get information he didn't know about out of him. He had a feeling it was just going to get worse. And he was right. About an hour later, the guards returned to the harem to retrieve Jerry for another round.

"How many times to I have to tell you guys, I don't know anything!" he shouted, as the guards dragged him to the throne room.

"That's what they all say," the guard said.

Jerry groaned. He told the same thing to the Sultan, but still the Sultan wouldn't believe a word of it. He instructed his musicians to play, which forced Jerry to dance. For hours, Jerry was forced to dance, and it ran into the night. His energy was running out on him. By sunrise, he was ready to drop. The Sultan stopped the music for a moment, and Jerry collapsed at his feet. He leaned up and just looked at the Sultan.

"Please, please I beg of you!" he shouted. "No more! I can't take it!"

"Then you'll tell me what I want to know?" the Sultan asked.

"I can't. I don't know anything about those pendants. All I know is that both of them are needed to find this mysterious treasure, but I don't know how."

"Are you still sticking to that tired old story?"

"Honest, I wouldn't lie about something like this!"

The Sultan clapped his hands, and the guards took Jerry by the arms and dragged him back to the harem. Jerry groaned. He couldn't take much more of this. In the meantime, Mike and Will flew into the city.

"I knew we should've taken a left turn at that oasis," Will said.

"That'll teach me to ask a camel for directions," Mike said, as Will landed the carpet. "Should we head for the palace, Uncle Will?"

"I guess so."

Mike and Will walked up to the front of the palace. The two guards saw them, and grew wide eyed.

"I thought he jumped off the cliff," one said.

"So did I," the other said. "I'm going to tell the Sultan!"

The guard ran off. Mike and Will looked at each other, and then at the other guard.

"Uhh," Mike said. "We'll just be goin'."

"So long," Will said, and he and Mike jumped on the carpet, and fled, but they didn't go unnoticed. One of the harem girls was looking out the window, staring at them.

The Sultan was still trying to get Jerry to tell him the secret of the pendants. Poor Jerry kept trying to tell him he didn't know anything about them, and that just caused the Sultan to increase the tempo on the music. Jerry was exhausted. He wanted to stop dancing, but he just couldn't. Finally, the Sultan stopped the music. Jerry collapsed, to tired to even move.

"Take him back to the harem," he said. "This is getting me nowhere. Makes me wish I hadn't told the other one to walk off the cliff."

The guards took Jerry by the arms, and dragged him back to the harem. They threw him inside, and left him there on the floor. The harem girl who was sitting at the window walked over to him.

"Do not worry, my friend," she said, hoisting Jerry's arm over her shoulders. "It should not last much longer."

"How can you be sure?" Jerry asked. "I'm about to dance myself to death."

The harem girl led Jerry over to a pile of pillows in the corner of the room, and gently set him down. Then she took the magic shoes off his feet.

"You rest now," she said. "The Sultan will not come back for you."

"I hope you're right," Jerry said, as he closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

"I am sure of it. Your friends will come. I will be waiting for them."

The harem girl walked over to the window to watch out for Mike and Will. In the meantime, the guard that was guarding the front gate ran into the throne room.

"Sire!" he shouted. "The other boy with the pendant, the one you sent over the cliff!"

"What about him?" the Sultan asked.

"He's alive! I saw him at the front gate!"

"He's still alive, eh? Good. I may be able to get somewhere with him than with the other one."

"I don't think so, your majesty. You know he's a witch like Hakim."

"Yes, he is also the type not to cooperate. But I know a way we can make him cooperate. Our young friend just might be able to persuade him. Don't bother putting out an All Point's Bulletin. This half witch will come to us, like he did before."

The Sultan laughed evilly at the plan he was hatching. At dusk, Mike and Will returned to the palace, flying in on the carpet. Once they landed. Mike put his hands to his temples, in order to pinpoint Jerry.

"Do you see him?" Will asked.

"No," Mike said. "We must be out of range. Either that or the stones are too thick."

"I would go with too thick," a feminine voice said. Mike and Will turned around, and saw a harem girl standing by the wall of the palace.

"Who are you?" Mike asked.

"Fatima," the harem girl said. "I am part of the Sultan's harem. He has your friend locked in the harem with all the other girls. I will take you to him."

"Great," Mike said. "Come on, Uncle Will."

Mike and Will followed Fatima through a secret door in the side of the palace, that lead directly to the harem. Fatima looked to see if the coast was clear. All the other harem girls were scattered around the harem, away from the secret door, and the corner where Jerry was sleeping. One girl was watching the door.

"Are the guards coming, Alliyah?" Fatima asked.

"Not yet," Alliyah said. "But I have the feeling they will arrive soon. The Sultan will want the boy to tell him about those pendants soon."

"What's he doin'?" Mike asked, kneeling next to Jerry. "Torturin' him?"

"Locking him in a harem isn't my idea of torture," Will said. "Well, I guess it would be if Linda found out."

"The Sultan has him in here for quick access," Fatima said. "He had his sooth sayer make a pair of magic shoes, and he's been forcing your friend to dance all night until he tells the Sultan the secret of the pendants. The poor thing is exhausted."

"Oh man," Mike said. "Jerry, wake up, buddy, we're bustin' out of here."

Jerry stirred, and opened his eyes halfway. He looked up at Mike and smiled.

"What took you so long?" he asked.

"Take my advice, Jerry," Mike said. "Never ask for directions from a camel."

"The guards are coming!" Alliyah shouted, closing the door to the harem.

"You guys better hide," Jerry said. "I don't know what those guards'll do if they find you here in the harem!"

Mike dove behind a curtain. Will snapped his fingers, and turned himself into a fly. He flew towards the wall, and staid there. The harem girls all began adjusting veils, combing their hair, that sort of thing. The guards opened the door, and walked in, directly towards Jerry.

"He's not gonna make me dance all night again, is he?" he asked.

"No," one of the guards said, grabbing Jerry's arm. "You've used up your luck."

"What do you mean?" Jerry asked as the other guard grabbed his other arm.

"The Sultan is tired of playing this waiting game of yours," he said. "Either you tell him what he wants to know, or it's the piranha pit for you."

"What?!" Jerry shouted. "No, wait, please!"

The guards didn't listen. They just took Jerry out of the harem and towards the throne room. He couldn't struggle very well. He was too tired from all that dancing the Sultan forced him to do, so he just screamed his head off. Mike crawled out from his hiding place and ran for the door.

"Which way is the throne room?" he asked Fatima.

"Follow me," Fatima said. "I will take you there. We can not let the Sultan throw your friend into the piranha pit!"

Will flew out the door, and turned himself back into a man. He ran after Mike and Fatima.

"Wait for me!" he called.

By the time Mike, Will, and Fatima reached the throne room, it was pitch black. It appeared as though no one was inside.

"Is there a light switch around here or somethin'?" Mike asked.

"What is a light switch?" Fatima asked.

"Never mind," Mike said. "Hey, Uncle Will, can you shed a little light on the subject? My battery's runnin' low."

"Of course, Michael," Will said, snapping his fingers. Every last torch in the room lit up, only to reveal that Mike, Will, and Fatima were surrounded by guards.

"Oops," Will said.

"I knew you'd come," the Sultan said. "I'm so glad you're still alive."

"Believe me, I'm happy for that myself," Mike said.

"I've been waiting for you. You see, I was getting absolutely nowhere interrogating your little friend about my pendants."

"That's 'cause he didn't know anythin' about them, and neither do I."

"Are we playing the same waiting game as your friend?"

"I swear to Allah, I'm not. I may be part witch, but I don't know about this mystery treasure of yours."

"I think you're bluffing. I believe you're playing the same waiting game as your friend. But maybe I can persuade you."

"You can try. I'm not easily persuaded."

"Take five steps back. All of you."

Mike shrugged, and he, Will, and Fatima took five steps backwards. The Sultan nodded to a guard, who pulled a lever. A panel in the floor opened to reveal a pit, filled with water, right by Mike's feet. Mike took a deep breath and gulped.

"Your piranha pit?" he asked.

"Indeed," the Sultan said. "And it's just about feeding time. May I draw your attention to my ceiling?"

Mike, Will, and Fatima looked up. A guard in the corner started turning a wheel. Mike's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at what he saw. Jerry was suspended above the piranha pit, bound and gagged. He was too weak from dancing to try to struggle.

"I take it this is your persuasion?" Mike asked.

"Indeed," the Sultan said. He took out the pendants and threw them to Mike. "You're a resourceful young man. Maybe you don't know the secret, but I'm sure you'll be able to solve the mystery."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to go and find the Khakistan treasure. You'll may be able to figure this out better than I ever could."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then I'll lower your friend into the piranha pit. And my piranhas haven't been fed in weeks."

Mike closed his eyes and groaned. He put the two pendants in his pocket and sighed.

"You've got a deal," he said.

"Good," the Sultan said. "But I wasn't born yesterday. If I let your friend go, I know you'll double cross me. So he will remain right where he is. And to make sure you don't double cross me further, I will give you until sunset tomorrow. If you are not back with the treasure by then, I will lower your friend into the piranha pit."

Mike glanced up at Jerry. Jerry was giving Mike this look he couldn't place. The Texan Monkee put his hand to his forehead to get a fix on Jerry's thoughts.

Don't do it, Mike, Jerry though. You'll get killed!

"I have to do this, Jer," Mike said. "For your sake. Uncle Will, let's go. We've got a lot of work to do."

Will sighed, and followed his nephew out of the palace. Once they were outside the gate, Will unrolled the carpet, and climbed on. Mike followed, staring intently at the pendants.

"Do you have the slightest idea what we're looking for?" Will asked.

"Unfortunately no," Mike said.

"Then why in the world did you agree to this?"

"You think I'd let my best friend become fish food? No way! Besides, this shouldn't be too hard to figure out."

Mike put one pendant in his pocket, and took a look at the other one. He looked at it closely, and noticed that it had something scratched into it. He snapped his fingers, and a magnifying glass appeared in his hand.

"Here's somethin'," he said. "There's a carvin' of . . . . somethin' or other on here. On both sides! And check it out! There's a clasp here!"

Mike put down the magnifying glass, and squeezed his fingernail underneath the clasp he found. The pendant opened up just then.

"Well what do you know," he said. "Check the other one, Uncle Will."

Will shrugged, and took a look at the other pendant. Sure enough, both sides had a carving, and both sides opened.

"Cool," Mike said.

"But what could that mean?" Will asked.

"I don't know. Let me put them together. It looks like they can be intertwined."

Mike took both pendants, and closed them. He put the two together, and then opened them up.

"Hey, the carvin's look like they form some kind of a bug," he said.

"That's a scarab, Michael," Will said. "It's a type of beetle. They're sacred in Egypt."

"Yeah, but we're not in Egypt. I think this may prove to be a clue."

Mike turned the pendants over to see what was on the other side. It was something written in Arabic. He couldn't decipher a word of it. He snapped his fingers, and a book appeared in his hands.

"What are you doing, Michael?" Will asked.

"Translatin'," Mike replied. "This either says wake up and smell the humus, or the peacock is holdin' the pretzel."

"Or neither. Michael, you forget, I am a world traveler, and therefore, fluent in many languages. Arabic happens to be one of them."


Mike threw his book over the side of the carpet as his uncle inspected the pendants. He finally nodded.

"It says in the Scarab Cave, you will find the treasure of a lifetime," he read. "But beware, there are many temptations. Take nothing but the lamp."

"Sounds a little kooky to me," Mike said. "But I guess that's what we're gonna have to do. On to the Scarab Cave!"

The carpet took off like a shot across the desert sky. Of course, Mike didn't have the slightest idea where the Scarab Cave was, and he hoped Will did. They didn't have too much time to find it. After a full day, Mike and Will were still soaring through the desert, with no sign of any caves.

"How much time do we have?" Will asked.

"Well, he gave us until sunset," Mike said.

"That doesn't leave us much time to find this treasure."

"I know, Uncle Will. I just wish I could figure out where this cave was."

Will nodded, and looked around the desert. So did Mike. He put his hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun as he looked onward. He got a nervous look on his face after a moment.

"Uncle Will, look out!" he yelled.

"What?" Will asked.

Before anything else could happen, the travelers were bombarded by a swarm of scarabs. Mike and Will screamed as they tried to wave them out of their faces. The carpet wobbled a bit, and finally crash landed on the sand. The scarabs disappeared after that.

"Ewww, gross!" Mike shouted. "I hate bugs! I get enough of them in my teeth when I ride my motorcycle."

"Maybe so, Michael," Will said, brushing the sand off him. "But I do believe we have found the Scarab Cave."

"Oh yeah. But couldn't have there been an easier way than havin' a bunch of beetles fly in our faces?"

"I guess not. Come on. We've got to get a look at that treasure."

"I don't know how we're gonna bring it back to the Sultan. All we can touch is the lamp."

"We'll bring the lamp back to the Sultan and explain everything to him. Then, he can come all the way out here and get the treasure for himself."

Mike thought that was a pretty good idea. He followed his uncle to the entrance of the cave and walked in. The minute they stepped inside, a fierce wind blew, and nearly blew them back to Khakistan!

"Now what in the world?" Mike asked.

"WHO DARES ENTER THE SCARAB CAVE?!" an extremely loud, booming voice shouted.

"Travelers from Khakistan," Will said. "I am Will Westerman, and this is my nephew, Michael Nesmith. We have come seeking the treasure."

"PROCEED!" the voice boomed. "TOUCH NOTHING BUT THE LAMP!"

"Yeah, okay," Mike said. "Thanks a lot. Come on, Uncle Will. Let's get that lamp and go!"

"Of course, of course," Will said, walking down a flight of stairs. "I just hope we can find it without touching any more of these treasures."

Mike nodded. He put his hands to the side of his head, and concentrated. Will followed him down a corridor, into a room filled with gold and jewels. Mike broke his concentration for a moment and looked around.

"Wow," Mike said. "Can you imagine ownin' all this?"

"The Sultan's treasure vault wouldn't even hold this much," Will said. "But we've more important matters to take care of, Michael."

"Right, right. The lamp, the lamp."

Mike shook his head out, and put his hands on his temples again. He closed his eyes, and walked forward. Will was surprised he didn't walk straight into the piles of gold. But Mike's sixth sense knew what it was doing. Mike stopped when he went through another doorway. Across the lake, high on a rock, was an old oil lamp.

"That must be it," Will said.

"Some lamp," Mike replied. "There's no place to put a light bulb."

"Michael, we're in the ancient Middle East. They don't mean lamp as in the kind you put a light bulb in! They mean lamp as in oil lamp! Aladdin's magic lamp!"

"Oh. Sorry, Uncle Will."

"S'all right. Now, you stay here, and I'll go retrieve the lamp. It could be dangerous, and I would imagine your battery isn't very well charged yet."

Mike snapped his fingers. Only a tiny spark came out of them.

"Yeah, I need a little recharge," he said. "Okay. I'll stay here."


Will carefully walked across the stones that led to the lamp. Mike just sort of stood around, looking back and forth in the cave, waiting for Will to return with that darn lamp. He went back into the room with all the treasure and looked around.

"I wonder why you can't touch this stuff?" he asked. "What, is that boomin' voice guardin' it or somethin'?"

Mike looked around a bit more, until he came to a small box. Inside the box was a pair of ruby earrings, surrounded by diamonds. Mike whistled and bent down to get a closer look.

"Hey, now these are what I call earrings!" he shouted. "Phyllis would flip for earrings like these!"

Mike picked up the earrings and looked at them. The minute he picked them up, Will had grabbed the lamp. Also the ground began to shake.

"What in the world?" Will asked. He rolled out his carpet, and flew into the other room.

"INFIDEL!" the booming voice shouted.

"Oops," Mike said, promptly putting the earrings back.

"Michael, what did you do?!" Will shouted.


"Let's get outta here before the roof caves in!" Mike yelled, jumping onto the carpet.

Will sort of screamed, and the carpet took off like a shot. The ceiling began to cave in then. Rocks were flying everywhere. Lava bubbled up from under the ground. Will steered the carpet for the entrance before something could block it off. Unfortunately, a pile of rocks hit the entrance to the cave, before the carpet could get to it. And it was going to fast to stop. The carpet crashed right into one of the rocks, slamming Mike and Will right into it. Both of them fell to the ground, and the destruction started. No one would ever be able to get into the Scarab Cave again. Will sat up and regained his senses. He looked around, and spotted the lamp sitting on the ground. He picked it up, and looked for Mike, who was laying underneath the carpet.

"Michael," Will said. "Michael, are you all right?"

"Yeah," Mike said, leaning up. "Yeah, I think so."

"Good. Very good. Very good. What were you thinking?! Do you realize you could have gotten us killed?! As a matter of fact, we're as good as dead down here anyway! I don't have the magic to get us out of here, and quite frankly, neither do you. Do you?!"


"We only have until sunset to get back to Khakistan, and I don't see how we can dig ourselves out of this cave in that amount of time! Quite frankly, Michael, I am disgusted with you!"

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?! I wasn't thinkin'! I just saw this pair of earrings that I thought Phyllis would like! I didn't know it would set off a chain reaction like that! It was just one little pair of earrings! I didn't think they'd be missed! In any case, this is all your fault!"

"How can it be my fault?! You were the one who took the earrings!"

"You were the one who found the cave!"

"You were the one who put the pendants together!"

"You were the one who figured out the secret!"

"You were the one who agreed to solve the mystery!"

"Well . . . . . well you were the one who found those pendants in the first place! If you hadn't given us those stupid silver pendants, those guards wouldn't have come to our time and kidnap Jerry in the first place! It's all your fault, Uncle Will! It's all your fault!"

Mike turned away from his uncle, and stormed to another end of the cave. He sat down, pulled his knees to his chest, and rested his head on them. Will sensed that he was upset. He walked over to him, and put his hands on his nephew's shoulders.

"Michael," he said, calmly.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Mike said, nearly whining.

"Michael, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. In fact, I agree that it's my fault. I should have checked those pendants to see if they were the originals. I should have known better. Especially knowing very well about Jerry's habit of getting into trouble."

"But it's my fault we're trapped down here. I shouldn't have touched those earrings. But how are we gonna get out of here? Our magic combined can't even get us out."

"Well, maybe we could use the lamp."

"You don't actually believe there's a genie in there, do you?"

"There might be, Michael. Stranger things have happened. Why don't you give it a rub?"

"Well, okay. I seriously doubt there's gonna be anythin' in here though."

Mike took the lamp and rubbed it. After he rubbed it, smoke came flying out of the spout, and the lamp began to jump around. The smoke materialized into a big green genie.

"Greetings," the genie said. "I am the genie of the lamp. I will grant you three wishes, my master."

"Well what do you know?" Mike said. "An honest to god genie."

"And you're his master, Michael," Will said. "You get three wishes."

"And I know the first one," Mike said. "Genie, for my first wish, I want you to get us out of here."

"Your wish is granted, Master," the genie said. He clapped his hands, and he, Mike, and Will were transported out into the desert.

"Hey, all right," Mike said. "This wishin' thing ain't so bad."

"What is your second wish, Master?" the genie asked.

"Hmm . . . ." Mike said, thinking it over.

"Michael," Will began. "If we want to make it back by sunset, might I suggest we get going?"

"Oh yeah," Mike said. "Genie, for my second wish, I want you to take us to Khakistan. Fast!"

"Your wish is granted," the genie said, and he clapped his hands. In a puff of smoke, a jet powered flying carpet appeared.

"The only way to fly, Master," the genie said.

"Blast off!" Mike shouted as he and Will climbed on. The genie started the ignition and the group took off towards Khakistan like a shot.

The Sultan was waiting, rather impatiently, for Mike and Will to return. He kept watching the sun out the window, watching it go down. He stood up from his thrown, walked over to his piranha pit, and glanced up at Jerry.

"If your friends don't return by the time the sun sets, then you will meet a very watery end," he said.

Jerry gulped and looked down into the pit. The piranhas were jumping out of the water, chomping away. Jerry looked out the window, and saw that there wasn't much more time left. The sun was sinking into the horizon.

"Guard, start turning the wheel," the Sultan said. "There is no way on earth that they will return before the sun finishes setting."

"Yes, your majesty," the guard said, and he started to turn the wheel that lowered Jerry closer and closer to the piranhas.

"Wait a minute!" Mike yelled, running into the throne room, with Will right behind him.

The guard immediately stopped turning. Jerry sighed of relief. Once again, Mike had cut it close.

"So you have returned, have you?" the Sultan asked. "Where is the treasure?"

"Unfortunately," Mike said. "There is no treasure anymore. Thanks to dumb headed little me."

"Indeed? So why bother coming back?"

"We managed to salvage somethin' from the Scarab Cave cave in. A magic lamp."

"Magic lamp? What do I look like? Aladdin?"

"Just trust me, your majesty. This is an honest to Allah magic lamp. Here. Rub it and see."

"Well, I don't know what you're getting at, but all right."

Mike handed the Sultan the lamp, and he rubbed it. The smoke came shooting out, forming into the genie.

"What is your first wish, Master?" the genie asked the Sultan.

"A genie!" the Sultan shouted. "Well, well, it appears as though you were right. Ah, excellent. You delivered what I wanted."

"Right, yeah, great. Now, uhh, if you don't mind . . . . ."

Mike indicated Jerry, still suspended over the piranha pit from the ceiling.

"Oh of course," the Sultan said, and he clapped his hands.

One of the guards pulled the lever that closed the door to the piranha pit. The guard that was turning the wheel took out his sword and sliced the rope holding up Jerry. The Geator then crashed to the floor. Mike rolled his eyes, ran over, and began untying his friend.

"That wasn't what I had in mind," he said.

"Don't worry about it, Mike," Jerry said, standing up. "No broken bones."

"Yeah," Mike said.

"Now let's get out of here," Will said.

"Hold it," the Sultan said. "I want you here to witness my first wish. Genie! For my first wish, I wish for all the riches in all of Arabia!"

"Your wish is granted, Master," the genie said, clapping his hands.

A rumbling noise was heard, and the ground began to shake. From the ceiling came bags of gold, and chests of jewels, falling at an alarmingly fast pace. Mike, Jerry, and Will dodged and ducked to avoid getting hit.

"I've heard of pennies from heaven, but this is ridiculous!" Jerry shouted.

Finally, the throne room was covered with treasure. The Sultan rubbed his hands together greedily and laughed.

"Well, I hope you and the genie have a good time together," Mike said. "But we've really got to split to our own time."

"So long," Jerry said.

"It's been real," Will replied, and they were just about to walk out the door when the guards blocked them off.

"You three aren't going anywhere," the Sultan said. "Guards, take them to the dungeon!"

"The dungeon?!" Jerry shouted.

"Hey, we did what you told us to!" Mike yelled. "You said you'd let us go!"

"I said I wouldn't lower your friend into the piranha pit. I didn't say you could go free, now did I?"

Mike and Jerry groaned. Will wanted to punch this guy's lights out. The guards took them to the dungeon, and threw them into a cell. Mike immediately stood up, and ran for the cell door.

"You can't do this to us!" he shouted. "I know my constitutional rights! Once I'm outta here, that Sultan is gonna be really sorry, fella!"

"Hey, Mike cool it," Jerry said.

"Cool it?! How can I cool it?! We brought him the magic lamp that got him his treasure and that should entitle us to get the heck out of here! Oooh, he's evil! He is evil!"

"I know, Michael," Will said. "But please calm down. You're only going to hurt yourself."

"How can you expect me to calm down at a time like this?!" Mike yelled. His face was starting to turn red. Steam was shooting out of his ears, whistling like a tea kettle. The ground below his feet started to rumble.

"Uh oh," Will said.

"Duck!" Jerry shouted.

Mike then shot into the air like a sky rocket. Normally he would have gone through the roof, but this roof was made out of very thick stone. Mike only crashed into it, not through it, resulting in one big headache.

"Oooowwww!" he moaned.

"I warned you, Michael," Will said.

"Grrr," Mike growled, rubbing his head.

"You okay?" Jerry asked.

"Never better!" Mike snapped.

Jerry decided to lay off for the time being. Mike growled and stormed around the cell, growling, mumbling, and pounding the walls.

"Michael, you're going to break your wrist," Will warned. "This isn't like the wall in Don Kirschner's office. These walls are made out of thick stone."

Mike didn't listen. He just ran for the cell door, grabbed the bars, and began shaking as hard as he could.


"Mike, relax!" Jerry shouted. "You're getting hysterical!"

"Hysterical?!" Mike shouted. "Oooohhhh no. You haven't seen hysterical yet! You want hysterical, Geator? I'll show you hysterical!"

Mike let out a deafening screech, and slammed into the bars of the cell, shaking them like crazy, trying to pry them loose, screaming incoherently. Jerry backed away, as far as he could. Will sighed.

"Take it easy, Jerry," he said. "He'll be all right."

"I hope so!" Jerry shouted. "Because right about now, he's totally lost it!"

"Just let him have his little tantrum. He'll tire himself out sooner or later."

Mike pulled on the bars, but lost his grip and fell over backwards. He screamed again, got on his hands and knees and began banging on the floor, screaming his head off. After that, he flopped flat on his stomach , folded his arms, and rested his head on them, face towards the floor. He let out another loud scream. Jerry looked at him as if he were totally loon crazy.

"Let me handle this," Will said. He walked over by Mike, knelt down, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Michael," he said.

"I want out," Mike said. "I want to go home! He got what he wanted, isn't that enough?! I don't see why we're stuck here when we handed him a magic lamp on a silver platter!"

"Michael, just calm down," Will said, pulling Mike up. "You have to understand that the Sultan is evil. You should know evil by now."

"I trusted him. I trusted him! We'll never get out of here! Never!"

Jerry had a feeling Mike was about to snap again, but Will knew what he was doing. He wound his arms around Mike, trying to comfort him.

"Calm down, Michael," he said. "Everything will be fine. We'll get out of here. Somehow."

"But my battery's dead. I can't get a spark out."

"Yes, and my magic isn't that reliable down here, either. Not even both of ours would do it. I guess we'll just have to bide our time until we can figure out how to get out of here."

Mike just leaned against his uncle and sighed. It was about all he could do. Jerry leaned against the wall, and looked out the door, watching for the guards to come back. The Sultan in the meantime, was laying in his pile of treasure, rolling in gold, loving every minute of it.

"I wonder what I should wish for next?" he asked, holding up the lamp.

"How about to rule the world?" the guard asked.

"Nah, too much trouble."

"How about for all the power in the world?"

"Tempting. Very tempting. But no. I'll think of something."

"While you're doing that, I'm going to go check on the prisoners."

The guard left the throne room. The Sultan stroked his beard thoughtfully. Then he smiled wickedly.

"Why not?" he asked. "It's a very delicious idea!"

The Sultan rubbed the lamp, and the genie appeared.

"You summoned, Master?" the genie asked. "What is your second wish?"

"My second wish involves my prisoners in the dungeon," the Sultan said. "I wish for them to be completely tortured! But not in the normal torture sense, you understand."

"Granted," the genie said, clapping his hands. Then he went back into his lamp.

The Sultan rubbed his hands together and laughed. He figured this would be fun. Down in the dungeon, Jerry was pacing back and forth, while Mike was leaning against Will, and Will was making sure Mike didn't snap again.

"This looks hopeless," Jerry said.

"We're never gonna get out of here," Mike moaned.

"Never say never, Michael," Will said. "We'll get out of here somehow."

The guard walked over to the cell and looked in. Jerry ran to the door, and grabbed the bars.

"Let us out of here!" he yelled.

"Sultan's orders," the guard said. "You three aren't going anywhere."

"But it's unfair. Mike gave him the lamp, we should get our freedom!"


The guard reached into the cell and shoved Jerry as hard as he could. Then he left, laughing maniacally. Jerry made a face and stood up.

"That's justice for you," he said. "We're never gonna get out of here."

"Yes we will," Will replied. "I have a feeling everything is going to fall into place."

"Yeah, but I feel like the bottom of my life has just dropped out," Mike replied.

The minute Mike said that, the floor of the dungeon dropped out, and Mike, Jerry, and Will fell through.

"You and your big mouths!" Jerry shouted, as the trio fell.

They landed in a dark room. It was pitch black, so black, you couldn't see a hand in front of your face!

"Guys?" Jerry asked, a little nervous.

"Over here, Jer," Mike said.

"Man, it's dark in here!"

"You're tellin' me! Uncle Will, are you here?"

"Yes, I'm here," Will said. "I'll shed a little light on the subject."

Will snapped his fingers, and the torches that lined the wall lit up. The light helped, but it was still dim, and spooky. Mike and Jerry ran over to Will, thinking there was safety in numbers.

"Where are we?" Mike asked, as Will put his arm around his shoulders.

"Just stay close boys," Will said, putting his other arm around Jerry's shoulders. "I don't like the looks of this."

"You don't like the looks of this?" Jerry asked. "Look at me, I'm shaking!"

A door opened just then. The only think Mike, Jerry, and Will could see were three pairs of glowing yellow eyes. They started moving forward, to reveal three tigers, fangs glinting in the dim light.

"Oh no," Jerry said.

"I think the Sultan had somethin' to do with this!" Mike shouted.

"No sudden moves," Will said. "Stay perfectly still."

The tigers stepped forward slowly, as if they were stalking their prey. Mike gulped. Jerry started biting his nails.

"On the count of three," Will said. "Separate. One, two, three!"

Mike and Jerry jumped in opposite directions. Two of the tigers pounced in the directions they had gone while the other one kept a fix on Will.

"I hope your uncle knows what he's doing!" Jerry shouted, as he slowly walked along the wall. The tiger was right on him.

"I hope so, too!" Mike shouted, backing into the corner. The tiger was right in front of him.

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty," Will said, snapping his fingers. A tornado of magic flew out of his fingers, and surrounded the tigers. They turned from giant, ferocious tigers to small, cuddly tiger cubs. They began mewing and running around the room. Mike and Jerry breathed of relief.

"Close one," Mike said. He picked up one of the cubs, who happened to be rubbing against his leg.

"But I don't think it's over yet," Will said. "We'll have to be on our toes, Michael."

Mike nodded, and scratched the cub behind the ears. The little tiger started to purr. Jerry laughed and shook his head.

"What do you think's going to happen next?" he asked.

"Could be anything," Will said.

Laughing was heard next. But not deep, evil, maniacal laughing. More like hysterical, fun loving giggles.

"Oh no," Mike said. "Not here! Not now! Not again!"

"You don't mean . . . ." Jerry said.

"I do mean."

"Shadow Daemons!" both Mike and Jerry groaned in unison.

As if that were their cue, tiny shadow creatures popped out from the cracks in the wall, laughing. Mike moaned. He hated Shadow Daemons about as much as he had Mr. Zero. The Shadow Daemons floated into the air, and surrounded Mike for a moment. Jerry grabbed the torch from the wall and tried to sneak up on the shadows.

"Feast your eyes on this, Shadow Daemons!" he shouted, thrusting the torch forward.

The Shadow Daemons laughed, and flew around the torch as fast as they could, blowing it out. Then all of them surrounded Jerry, and he was unable to get through them. They created some sort of box, trapping the Geator inside it.

"Boy, I hope you little suckers have insurance," Mike said. "'Cause you're gonna need it!"

"You're not gonna beat us this time!" the leader of the Daemons shouted. "Even if you created a bright light, we'd still eat it! It's magic!"

"Watch your back, Michael," Will said. "You just had your battery recharged. This will cause it to go dead again."

"I know, Uncle Will," Mike said. "These things steal magic, you know. We're gonna have to use strategy."

"Yes, and zapping in a flashlight won't do any good," Will said. "They'll just eat it."

Mike stood there for a moment or so, thinking this over a little. The Shadow Daemons laughed, and began to swirl around Jerry, creating a tornado effect.

"What are they doin' now?" Mike asked.

"I've no idea," Will said.

"Whatever they're doing, they're making me dizzy!" Jerry shouted.

"I don't think that's they're intention," Mike said, staring intently at the Shadow Daemons. "Hey you guys know he's a mortal, don't you?"

"Yeah," the leader of the Daemons said. "We know he's got no magic. But he's still useful to us."

"In what way?" Mike asked.

"I don't think I want to know," Jerry said.

The Shadow Daemons laughed, and whistled. A big, black blob oozed out from a crack in the floor, and formed into a large Shadow Daemon. The biggest Shadow Daemon known to man.

"I think we've seen this guy before, Mike," Jerry said.

"I don't doubt it for a minute," Mike replied.

The swirling Daemons laughed, and launched Jerry upwards, only to be caught in the claw of the giant Shadow Daemon.

"Lunch time Bubba!" the leader of the Shadow Daemons shouted.

"Oh no!" Jerry yelled. Mike got a panicked look on his face. Finally, he raised his hand into the air.

"Michael, think about this for a minute!" Will shouted.

"No!" Mike yelled. "I don't care what it does to my battery! I can't let that . . . . that black blob eat my best friend!"

Mike took a deep breath, gulped, and thrust his hand forward as hard as he could. A blast of white light shot out of his fingertips, and smashed directly into "Bubba." The giant Shadow Daemon screeched, and promptly dropped Jerry to the floor. He retreated, while the small Shadow Daemons flew around the light and ate it up. Then they swirled around Mike, sucking the magic out of him.

"Mike, you're nuts," Jerry said.

"Don't worry," Mike said. "I can get my magic back. I have to wait until we get back home, but I'll get it back."

"I hope so. I don't think your aunt will be too happy with you when she finds out you voluntarily gave your magic to the Shadow Daemons."

"She'll understand when I tell her the situation. But the problem is gettin' rid of these things, and gettin' out of here!"

The Shadow Daemons laughed, and began circling. There wasn't much Mike, Jerry, or Will could do about it. Will didn't want to get his magic sucked out of him like Mike had, and they didn't have any other sources of light other than the torches, and those weren't nearly bright enough to ward the Daemons off, since they hated the light. However, they had something that would help them. Mike's little tiger buddy was staring at the Daemons intently. He jumped into the air, and swatted one. It went sailing across the room.

"Whoooaaaaaa!" he cried as he flew.

"Hey I think we have somethin' here," Mike said. He picked up the tiger cub and held him at all the other Shadow Daemons.

"Okay, fella," he said. "PLAYTIME!"

The tiger cub mewed, and jumped out of Mike's arms, straight for the Shadow Daemons.

"Eeeeep!" the Daemons squeaked, and tried to sink into the cracks in the floor before the tiger cub caught them.

Mike, Jerry, and Will laughed as the tiger cub managed to catch a couple of Daemons and began swatting them around. Once the Shadow Daemons were gone, the trio began tapping on the walls, looking for a secret passage out of the hole they were in. Mike managed to find the door the tigers came out of, and crawled through it. Will and Jerry followed. So did the little tiger cub. He liked Mike, and wanted to go with him.

"What do we do now?" Will asked.

"Find the throne room and try to get the lamp," Mike said. "Chances are that's the only way we'll get out of ancient Khakistan and back to present day Los Angeles."

"That's going to be easier said than done," Jerry said.

Mike agreed with that one. He finally found another trap door, that lead straight to the harem. All the girls there screamed, and began running around. Luckily for Mike, Fatima and Alliyah came to his rescue.

"It is all right!" Fatima shouted, opening the door all the way. "He is a friend! And you all know Jerry."

The girls began to relax a little as Alliyah and Fatima helped Mike, Jerry, Will, and the baby tiger out of the tunnel.

"Where's the Sultan keepin' the magic lamp?" Mike asked.

"His throne room," Alliyah said.

"Okay then," Mike said, picking up the tiger. "That's where we're goin'. Fatima, keep an eye on this little guy for me."

"Of course, Mike," Fatima said, taking the baby tiger from Mike.

Will looked out the door to check for the guards. Then he turned towards Mike and Jerry.

"The coast is clear," he said. "Come on. Let's go get that lamp and get back home!"

Mike and Jerry nodded, and followed Will out of the harem, and down the hall to the throne room. The Sultan was contemplating his next wish. Hakim was with him, inspecting his magic dust.

"You want your last wish to be good, sire," he said.

"Yes, I know," the Sultan replied. "Wishing is hard work."

"Why not wish for more wishes?"

"Oh get serious, Hakim! That never works! At least I know the prisoners won't interfere anymore."

"Wanna bet, Sultan?" Mike asked, jumping out into the open. "Jerry, grab the lamp!"

Jerry reached over, and snatched the lamp right out of the Sultan's treasure pile.

"Hakim, don't just stand there!" the Sultan shouted. "Do something!"

"Right away, sire!" Hakim shouted, taking out a handful of magic dust. He smiled, and threw it directly at Jerry.

"I'm afraid time has nearly run out for you, boy!" he shouted, as the dust hit the Geator. When it cleared, Jerry found himself in a giant hour glass. The sands from it came falling on him. The lamp bounced against the floor.

"Now that's not playing fair!" Will shouted, rolling up his sleeves. "I've got quite a few magic tricks myself!"

Will aimed his hands, and shot a blast of magic at the lamp. It flew into the air, and landed in Will's hand.

"I get the point," Hakim said, throwing his magic dust at Will. "And so will you!"

A fleet of swords flew through the air, and pinned Will to the wall. He dropped the lamp in the process. The Sultan laughed, and picked it up.

"Hey!" Mike shouted. "That does it! Now I'm really mad!"

"You like snakes, boy?" Hakim asked, throwing a bit of magic dust at a blank spot on the floor. A large cobra appeared from that spot.

"Oh man," Mike moaned. "And me without my magic!"

Mike ran over to his uncle and yanked a sword out of the wall. The snake charged at the Texan Monkee, trying to swallow him. Mike waved the sword in front of it, trying to scare it off.

"I could get to hate snakes," he groaned.

The snake lunged, and Mike smacked it in the face with his sword. The cobra retreated for a moment or so. Mike didn't breathe of relief just yet. He still hadn't gotten rid of it. He had to be sneaky.

"Here, snakey, snakey, snakey!" he shouted.

The cobra hissed, and lunged. Mike groaned, and held the sword high. Then he slammed it right into the snake's body. The snake fell to the ground, limp as a dishrag.

"Oh boy," Mike groaned. "That was a tough one."

"It isn't over yet," the Sultan said. "Hakim created that cobra, and he can create anything else I ask him!"

"That may be so," Mike said. "But that genie has more power than Hakim. He even has more power than you, Sultan!"

"Michael, what are you doing?" Will asked.

Mike didn't say anything. He just glanced over at the hour glass. Jerry was up to his neck in sand, and it was falling faster and faster. Mike gulped, and turned to the Sultan, waiting for his response.

"Hmm," the Sultan said. "You might be right about that. If I want to be the most powerful Sultan in the entire world, I must have all the power in the world."

The Sultan took out the lamp, and rubbed it. The genie came out, ready for action. Mike crossed his fingers and bit his lower lip, hoping the Sultan would take the bait.

"Genie, I'm ready for my third and final wish!" he shouted. "I wish to be an all powerful genie!"

"As you wish, Master!" the genie shouted, clapping his hands.

As the Sultan was surrounded by smoke, Mike grabbed the sword he used to defeat the cobra, and smashed it against the hour glass. The sand and Jerry spilled out of it. Jerry coughed, and spat it out of his mouth. Mike pulled him into a sitting position.

"Easy, Jerry," he said.

"Thanks," Jerry replied. "But what did you just do?"

"Trust me!" Mike shouted.

Will snapped his fingers, and the swords clattered to the ground. Then, he ran over to the boys to see what in the world was going on. The Sultan had turned into an all powerful genie, and was ready to use his powers to take over not only Khakistan, but the entire world as well. Mike smiled, and picked up a lamp laying on the floor. The Sultan didn't take any notice of him.

"Ultimate power is mine!" he shouted. "I now have all the power in the universe! No one can stop me now!"

"Wanna bet on that, Sultan?" Mike asked. "There's just one tiny little thing about bein' a genie! You get your phenomenal cosmic powers, all right!"

With that, gold cuffs fastened themselves around the Sultan's wrists, and he was sucked into the lamp, not to be released until someone rubbed it, which was probably not going to be for a very, very long time.

"And a little bitty livin' space," Mike said.

"All right, Mike!" Jerry shouted. "What do we do with him now?"

"I think a thousand years in the Scarab Cave will do wonders for his disposition," Will said. He took the lamp, and wound up. Using his magic, he sent it flying into the desert.

"Well done, Michael," Fatima said, walking into the throne room, with Mike's little buddy.

"Yeah, thanks," Mike said, taking his tiger. "We got rid of the evil Sultan, but that still doesn't tell us how we're gonna get home."

"I think I know, Will said, picking up the other lamp. "Michael, I believe you have one more wish left."

"Oh yeah," Mike said. "Why didn't I think of that?"

Will didn't answer that question. Mike took the lamp and rubbed it. The genie came out of it, ready for action.

"What is your wish, Master?" he asked.

"I wish for me, Jerry, Uncle Will, and this little tiger here to go back to our own time and place."

"As you wish, Master," the genie clapped his hands and surrounded, Mike, Will, Jerry, and the tiger in a cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, they found themselves backstage at the theater they were playing. Davy and Peter walked backstage, in the camel suit.

"Nevah again am I dressing up as the backside of a camel," Davy groaned.

"Good, you're back," Camille said. "You Discophonics are on!"

"Count me out," Mike said. "I've had enough of the Middle East for one day! I'm goin' home!"

"I'll appease the crowd," Jerry said, walking out onto the stage. Mike and Will left the theater. Camille, Peter, and Davy just looked at each other.

"Was he carrying a baby tiger?" Camille asked.

"Yes," Davy and Peter said, nodding.

"Okay, good," Camille replied. "Just wanted to make sure."

Peter and Davy nodded, and walked off. A week went by. Mike and the others were back at Screen Gems. Micky was playing with Mike's new pet.

"Where'd you get him?" he asked.

"Khakistan, and he's a she," Mike replied. "But I thought she was a he earlier. I named her India."

"Cute name. And when were you ever in Khakistan."

"Believe me, it's a long story, Micky."

"Mail call!" Quackerjack called out. "Mike, you got a package from your uncle. I think it's his new book."

"You want it?" Mike asked.

"I'm still reading the other one he gave me. A thousand and one nights can't be read in one day, you know."

"I know."

Mike took the package, and opened it. Sure enough, it was Will's new book, titled Mystery of the Middle East.

"Dear Michael," he read, looking at the note that was in the book. "Here's my latest. I hope both you and Quackerjack enjoy it. Uncle Will. Hey Quacky!"

"Yeah?" Quackerjack asked.

"Mind if I read this thing first?"

"No, go ahead."

Mike opened the book, and started to look at it.

"Khakistan was a small country in the Middle East," he said. "It lay somewhere in between Arabia, and Pakistan. There was a secret treasure, layin' in the deserts of the small country, and it was only accessible through the two silver pendants, sought by the Sultan of Khakistan. The two pendants found themselves into the hands of two poor boys from the city. Their names were Nezilad, and Geatorahn, only they didn't know the secret of the Khakistan treasure."

Mike laughed as he read his uncle's book. He took the entire adventure and turned it into a novel.

"Uncle Will, you are too much!" Mike laughed, and he continued reading the book.


The End