Quico wished for infinite toys. The next second, the neighborhood was buried under an avalanche of rubber balls, plastic soldiers, and yoyos. The pile grew to the rooftops. Señor Barriga, the landlord, was trapped under a mountain of spinning tops. "My rent!" he wheezed.

Kabillion's face-screen flickered. "THAT IS EIGHT WISHES. PLUS A TACO."

Don Ramón rubbed his head. Quico picked up a single, remaining ball. Doña Florinda, exhausted, handed El Chavo a leftover tortilla.

"Want to see something better than a wish?" Chavo asked.