Twenty-five year-old Pee-Wee Herman hugged his mother goodbye. Today was the day he would finally be moving out of his parents house and into his own home. This was a day he had been dreaming about for a long time now.

"Goodbye, my sweet boy!" his mother said emotionally and kissed him on the cheek. "You take good care of yourself."

"Don't worry, Mom. I will," Pee-Wee assured her.

Then Pee-Wee's father came up to him and hugged him also, patting him on the back with pride. "Good luck, son," he said softly. "I know you'll make us both very proud."

"Goodbye, Dad," Pee-Wee said. "I love you both. And I'll come to visit you a lot, you know I will."

And with that he went out the door and got onto his bicycle and rode away down the street with his parents waving goodbye to him.

Pee-Wee rode his bicycle down three and a half blocks to his new house. He got off of his bike and surveyed it. It was a fine two-story white house with two windows on each story. There was a small lawn in the front of the house with trees on either side.

Pee-Wee then went inside of the house where he unpacked all of his things and put them in their rightful places. Then he jumped on his bed for a while. Then he decided to go out into the neighborhood and make the acquaintances of some of his new neighbors.

He found most of his neighbors to be very boring people, and much to his dismay they didn't seem to especially like him and they thought him to be rather odd. Then as the days passed by he also began to find his new house to be very boring as well, not to mention lonely as no one ever came to visit him. He wondered why he had gotten stuck living one of the most boring parts of the world and with neighbors who were so boring and uptight they wouldn't care to know him better.

Then on one fateful day after he had woke up he heard the doorbell ring which announced the arrival of Reba the mail lady. He went downstairs and opened the door and their stood Reba holding a large brown package in her hands with his address written on top of it.

"Good morning, Pee-Wee," Reba said cheerfully. "I have this for you."

"Gee, I don't remember ordering anything lately," Pee-Wee said confusion as he took hold of the box.

"Well, it is addressed to you, isn't it?" Reba said pointing to the address on the box. "But if by chance it isn't for you let me know and we'll return it to the sender. After all, our motto has always been to deliver to the rightful recipient."

"Okay. Thanks, and have a nice day," Pee-Wee said as he waved goodbye to Reba.

As soon as Reba had left, Pee-Wee sat down in his big blue armchair and began to unwrap the package he had so mysteriously received. After it was unwrapped he saw that was a very light weight box that painted purple and all covered in sparkles and had what appeared to be two doors that opened and closed it. He opened the door but did not see anything inside it.

With a sigh of disappointment, he took the box over to a small end table beside his TV set and left it there. He wondered how on Earth anyone could have sent him an empty box. Was it some kind of practical joke or something?

He picked up the package wrapping and looked for a return address but found to his great confusion that there was none at all. Now he was more confused than ever.

He sat down in his chair again and picked up the remote control to the TV set and clicked it on. He flipped through many channels but could find nothing that was even remotely of any interest to him. He thought briefly about going into town and going shopping or something, but then that also sounded so boring to him also.

He groaned in his dejected misery at how disappointing his adult life was turning out to be. "I wish I had someone to talk to. I wish something exciting would happen. I wish I lived in a much cooler place than this," he said out loud to no one in particular.

Just then he heard a deep and clear voice speak to him from out of nowhere. "Wish? Did somebody say wish?"

Startled, Pee-Wee looked all around the room to see who had spoken to him. His gaze set onto the box on the table by the TV set. It's doors were now open and inside it there was a head of a man wearing a turban with a large jewel set in the middle of it. The man's face was emerald green as were his eyes and there was faint green aura glowing around him.

Pee-Wee was extremely shocked to see this to say the least. He got up at once and went over to the box with the head in it.

"Who are you?" he demanded. "And what are you doing in this box?"

"My name is Jambi," replied the man. "I am a genie and I am in this box because it is my place of calling. I will appear in it whenever you say the word wish as you are now my master so your every wish will be my command."

Pee-Wee was now more shocked than ever. He had thought there were no such things as genies. And yet now here was one in a box in his own house saying he would grant him any wish he wanted.

"Well, how many wishes do I get? Three?" he asked dubiously.

"Actually," said Jambi, "I am a different kind of genie and will grant you one wish every day for the rest of your life no matter how long it will be."

"Really?" asked Pee-Wee with his eyes shining. "Can you grant me any wish I want?"

"Any wish at all, just as long as it does not hurt anyone or violate the free will of others," Jambi said in a serious tone.

"Okay!" Pee-Wee said in delight. "Well, let's see... what should I wish for today? Hmm... I know! I wish that I had a much better place to live in."

"What kind of place would you like it to be?" asked Jambi.

"I would like it to be a big, big, big playhouse! The ultimate playhouse where everything in it was alive and everyone who came to it could relive their childhood no matter what age they were!" Pee-Wee said with great enthusiasm.

Jambi grinned. "I do like a master with big wishes. Now first of all, I'm going to need a a wide open space to put your playhouse in. Can you take me to it?"

"Sure," said Pee-Wee. "I know just the place."

Pee-Wee then left his house and went with Jambi in his box out of the neighborhood and into the woods that surrounded it. He went on through the woods until he came to a clear space in which there was a high rocky cliff and a lake nearby it.

"Here it is," he said to the genie in the box. "This is where I want my playhouse."

"Okay," said Jambi, "now repeat after me. Mecka-lecka-hi-mecka-hiney-ho!"

"Mecka-lecka-hi-mecka-hiney-ho!" Pee-Wee repeated trying his best to enunciate the magic words.

"Now close your eyes," said Jambi. Then Pee-Wee squeezed his eyes closed then Jambi said, "Okay, now open them."

Pee-Wee opened up his eyes and he gasped in great awe and wonder at the marvelous sight before him. There, sitting on top of the rocky cliff just below the lake, was his dream come true. The ultimate playhouse.