Kazaam Page #4

I wish I had junk food...

- from here to the sky.

- Why not? Higher than high.

Then you got junk food

from here to the sky!

I am Kazaam!

That's it?

A happy meal?

Oh, great.

I'm outta here!

Look out!

Ow.

So... where's

the hot chocolate?

Two more. Make this a

night you'll never forget.

Wait a second.

You're not telling me

that was a wish?

Like the main man did

with the loaves and the fish.

No, no, no. And stop rhyming!

I wish--

I just wish my mom and dad

would fall back in love.

Love? Kid, I told you,

Kazaam don't do ethereal.

- ''Ethereal''?- Yeah. Love, hope,

talking to God, raising the dead.

Ethereal. But I am Mr. Material,

and my stuff ain't too shabby.

Three-story mansion, a sack of gold,

a whole land of milk and honey...

if that's still in.

How long do I have

to come up with the wishes?

Now would be highly advisable.

- Come on, let's go.

- But I can wait, can't I?

So... until I make

those last two wishes...

I own you, don't I?

Technically.

Welcome to my life.

And here's a tip:

Lose the pointy shoes.

- I'm hungry.

- I'm not.

- It's lunchtime.

- Not according to my watch.

Hey, my Fossil watch!

How did that happen?

Huh?

What?

Ew!

Look, Godzilla,

I wish you'd just--

- Wish I'd just what?

Is that a wish?

Let me make this perfectly

clear. Next time you do that...

I'm donating your brain

to science, okay?

Look, all you gotta do...

is make your last

two wishes...

Mr. Mohammed Ali...

- and I'm outta here.

- Sure.

All right! All right,

that's it! Let's go!

Come on! Let's go right now! Come on!

Your whole way of thinking

really gives me tension, kid.

The name isn't ''kid.''

It's Max.

And another thing:

you're gonna do whatever I want.

And then, only then, will I

make my wish. Do you understand?

Good.

- This whole ''I-gotta-get-

the-guts-to-talk-to-dad''...

- isn't gonna take years, is it?

- Bite me.

I'm really serious about

this getting something to eat.

It feels like

I'm getting shorter.

Stay here and try not

to hurt yourself!.

- Now this puts

the boom in box.

- B.J.!

Hey, B.J.! Line two!

All right.

This isn't a toy store.

Unless...

you want to play...

- my game.

- Impressive.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

Da Brat!

How are you?

What's up?

We're gonna make the hottest live

recording anyone's ever heard!

Yeah! How you doin'?

Spanky, come over here.

I want you to meet someone.

- I want you to meet my bodyguard, Spanky.

- Yeah, yeah. Bodyguard?

What's up? He kind of

small, don't you think?

I don't need much protection.

- We'll see - Mr. Matteo?

About that. - Get off me!

Mr. Matteo, I found this kid

wandering around backstage.

You? What are you doing

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