A sandy beach close to Disney sounded like heaven for little Bobby Phillips, who enjoyed building sand castles and burying his father's legs in the sand.

Although he loved the sand, it took him a while to expect the constant sun beating down on him and the itchy sunburn that came as a result.

But one thing Bobby didn't expect was to find a strange-looking jar buried in the sand where he was attempting to build a castle.

Here's how the story truly started: Bobby had woken up that day, ecstatic to be on another day of vacation. The day started off normally enough with breakfast at his favorite Disney resort, a trip to the souvenir shop to pick up some Disney shirts for the family, and a journey to the dollar store for a few items that they needed for the rest of their vacation. They had already visited all the Disney parks (they had already stayed six days), and now they were exploring the nearby area.

After the dollar store, Bobby had went home with his parents to dress for the beach, and they had taken the car ride over.

As soon as they'd gotten to the beach, Bobby had insisted on building a sand castle. Bobby's mother insisted that he build it far away from her and his father; they were having some time to themselves.

So Bobby made the trek towards the ocean, where the moist sand lay. He needed semi-wet sand as it was easier to shape and mold.

He had finished his sand castle and was digging around looking for shells when he found the jar buried in the sand.

It wasn't your typical jar, either. The jar was golden and embellished with real-looking jewels. Bobby contemplated running to his parents and telling them what he found, but he realized they would probably tell him that it wasn't his and that he should put it down. He was very curious as to what was in it and whether the jewels were real. A jar like this would be no less than $10,000 if it contained genuine gold and stones. Although Bobby didn't know that, he still realized what this could mean for him and his family. His curiosity level began to rise.

When curiosity got the best of him, he decided to try and unscrew the lid. But the lid was on tight. Bobby decided to break his mother's policy and talk to strangers. After all, his mother did add an extension to the phrase: "Don't talk to strangers, unless there is an emergency." And Bobby believed this was his emergency. Taking a deep breath, Bobby walked toward a crowd of people setting up their towels. "Excuse me," Bobby said, deciding to walk up to a grandfatherly-type old man. "Is there any way you could unscrew this for me?"

"Let me see," the old man said.

Upon inspection of the jar, the old man muttered under his breath with a powerful tone, "Oh no, my boy! You don't want to unscrew that!"

"Why not?" Little Bobby asked. He was confused. After all, the jar was his at this point in time. Finders keepers.

"Because, my boy," the old man muttered. "It's dangerous."

Leaving Bobby perplexed, the old man handed him the jar and walked toward the water. Bobby's point on the beach was a bit far from the water, and it seemed as if the man disappeared when he walked into the waves. But Bobby couldn't be sure.

He thought about walking up to another stranger, but came up with another idea. He would attempt to open it in the hotel bathroom, where nobody could see. Plus, his father had kept a metal tooth cleaner in there. It might assist Bobby in prying the jar open.

So he waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, he got to a point where he couldn't take it anymore. He went back to his parents and asked them if they could leave.

His parents asked him if he was feeling okay to ask such a question. After all, Bobby loved the beach and it was very out-of-character for him to want to leave so early.

He hid the jar in his balled-up cover-up and dodged and denied any question they threw his way.

"Are you sick?" his mother asked.

"No, I just wanted to go to the hotel to watch some Disney movies. I'm kinda bored."

"Are you sure? Because I know you love the beach," his father continued.

"Guys, I just want to go back to the hotel room. I'm tired, okay?"

"Alright," they relented. Packing up their blankets and other beach elements, they began to get ready to leave. All of them went to the bathroom to shower and change into some clothes. Once he was done, he went outside with his dad, waiting for his mother to come out. He whined about his "tiredness" as his father began to pick up all of their stuff that laid on the sand. In reality, the curiosity was eating him up inside.

When his mother finally came out, they began to make their way toward their rental car. Bobby practically ran ahead of them.

"Slow down," his mother said at one point when he turned a corner to get to their parking spot. The parking lot was a while away from the beach itself.

Bobby listened. He waited for them to get a bit closer, then slowed his pace and continued to walk. The last thing he wanted to do was act suspicious.

When they finally reached their parking space, his father began to load the car, with his mother assisting.

His mother suggested that he hand her his cover-up to put in the back of the car, but Bobby replied that he wanted to use it as a blanket as he napped in the car. He hid the jar in the seat pocket.

Bobby could've won an Oscar for his napping performance. When his parents got in the car, he was "sound asleep". He even pretended to snore!

When they made it back to the hotel, Bobby allowed his father to carry him into the hotel. At only six years old, Bobby was about eighty pounds, allowing for his father to easily hoist him up.

The hotel they were staying in was a closed-style apartment-type kind of place. So when they arrived in their room and Bobby's father deposited him into his bed, he waited for the click that meant his mother and father were in their bedroom.

Once he knew his mother and father were accounted for, he tiptoed into the bathroom. He turned the water on to make it sound like he was taking a shower, shut the door, leaving the light and fan on, and went over to where his mother's jacket was hung on the coat rack.

Grabbing the keys out of her coat pocket, he carefully opened the door without a creak. He went into the elevator alone and made sure to shut the door quickly so nobody else would be able to climb in. He made it down to the car soon enough, and grabbed the jar from the back seat. Hoping his father hadn't seen it when he was fake sleeping (he hadn't thought of that), he quickly took the elevator back to their fourth-floor room and opened the unlocked door. His mother and father were both sound asleep and snoring in their room, exhausted from the long day out.

It was only 7:00, but they had already eaten dinner prior to going to the beach. And Bobby knew his parents would probably not wake up until tomorrow morning. So he sneaked into the bathroom and locked both doors. Taking his dad's metal toothpick, he attempted to pry open the jar.

After about ten minutes of constant trying to pry the jar open, Bobby had almost given up hope. Until he dropped the jar.

He had been trying to put water on it to make the lid slip off, but the jar slipped out of his hands and onto the floor with a clang. It cracked into a million pieces.

When he realized that nothing was inside, Bobby was disappointed. He worried that he'd woken his parents with his antics, but he heard their snoring through the bathroom door. Just as Bobby was beginning to unlock the door to go back to bed, he saw a blue-colored smoke enveloping the jagged pieces of the cracked jar.

When the blue smoke began to fade, Bobby saw a human-like form standing above the pieces.

His jaw dropped. Was that a...genie?

The smoke completely dissipated and the genie stepped forward. Wearing loose blue silk pants and an unbuttoned blue jacket, the genie looked normal...except for the fact that he had light blue skin. He also had a beard and a mustache, and a genie hat on top of his head.

Finally, coughing, he began to speak. "Alright, let's cut this down real simple. You freed me. Yay," he said unenthusiastically. "Now you get three free wishes. Hooray. So here are the rules. No wishing for more wishes, and no wishes that involve the most powerful magic of all: love. Got it?"

Bobby stood, starstruck. When he finally spoke, he was still in awe. "I can't believe it...you're a genie."

"Yes, that I am," the genie replied, bored.

"So do I just say what I wish for? Like, I wish for a pony?" Bobby asked.

"Done," the genie replied.

"What do you mean?" Bobby asked, then realized what he had done. "Oops."

"Where would you like this pony of yours?" the genie asked, still seeming bored and monotonous, like he had done this a million times before. And maybe he had.

"Donate it to a little kid somewhere that wants one," Bobby replied, not flatly or unkindly. He wasn't into ponies, but then again he had never ridden one before. But Bobby also had a big heart.

"And your next wish?" the genie pressed on, picking at his fingernails.

"Umm...I wish that my parents won the lottery, so that they could live their dreams," Bobby said sweetly.

"Aw," the genie said flatly. "They will win later on tonight. And your final wish?"

Bobby, a very profound little boy, thought of all the things he could wish for that would benefit more than him. And one thing stuck out in his mind.

"Hold on a second," Bobby said.

"Yes?" the genie asked.

"Well, am I allowed to ask for...world peace?" Bobby wondered.

"I'm warning you," the genie said, finally expressing some interest in the conversation. "That's not a good idea."

Bobby couldn't possibly see what was wrong with world peace. Peace amongst all the warring countries? Where was the fault in that?

"Please," the genie demanded, knowing Bobby was contemplating the idea. "Don't."

"Well, I wish for world peace," Bobby demanded stubbornly.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" the genie shouted as his magic erupted throughout the Earth. His voice got quieter and quieter as he shrunk into nothingness.

"Bobby," he heard his mother call as he stood in the bathroom, in shock. "May I use the bathroom?"

"Sure, mom," Bobby said, quickly recovering from his shock, picking up the pieces of the jar, and shoving them into his pocket.

He walked out of the bedroom and plopped onto his bed, letting his mother into the bathroom.

His parents hadn't heard any of his conversation with the genie, he realized, which was good. Bobby also realized right then that he was so tired.

And although he wanted to watch his parents to see when they would win the lottery, and he wanted to turn on the news to see the peace his wish had caused, he was extremely tired. So he curled up in bed and went to sleep.