While digging around in his basement Old MacDonald stumbles across an old tattered treasure map. He has always been an avid treasure hunter and couldn't pass up an opportunity to escape work in his dank basement and seek another adventure. Old Mac Donald hastily gathered his TOTT: treasure map, flashlight, boots, compass, GPS and of course his pen!
Old MacDonald heads out; after a while of following his map he finds himself in a rather large cave. It reminds him of something he has seen before in a movie.... As the beam from his flashlight darts back and forth, a shimmer of light -- a golden tinted reflection catches his eye. His heart pounding with excitement , he nears closer to the reflection. A look of disgust and disappointment flashes across his face as he says "humbug!, where's this treasure..." as he slowly picks up the rusty old lamp. Just as he was about to discard the lamp as rubbish he notices some faint writing mixed in between the crusty dried dirt. The inscription on the lamp reads: "rub.the.lamp". Upon reading the words on the lamp, his excitement fades as he believes he has been chasing a ghost. Running out of ideas, he begrudgingly rubs the lamp slowly with his cracked old hands. A few minutes passed after rubbing .the.lamp he was about to throw the lamp at the wall in anger. A great flash of light illuminates the cave and out pops a large.blue.genie.
The genie's boisterous voice echoes off the walls of the cave: "make.a.wish".
He quickly wastes no time making a wish, and wishes for something everyone wishes for: "one.million.dollars". he says.
**poof** the cave fills up with stacks of brand new $100 dollar bills. Now being rich, and remembering his original adventure: treasure seeking. He then asks the genie "where's .the.treasure"?
The genie replied: "patrolled.sunblock.relinquish"
carefully pondering the phrase and still drawing a blank he decides to make another wish: "i.need.help".
The genie replies cryptically: "bison.in.tree"
Musing over the last statement of large animals in trees and still drawing a blank the genie disappears and the cave is suddenly engulfed in darkness with just a thin pencil like beam shining on an old rusty lamp. Old Mac Donald was left only with his thoughts wondering if this all was just a dream.