George P. Hanley is a sort of sad sack. He is overlooked by the boss and by the girls he likes. When the girl in his office that he is sweet on, May is going to have a birthday he goes to an antique shop and is convinced by the salesman to buy an antique lamp (as in Aladdin’s lamp). But his work neighbor Roger steals his thunder by giving May a fancy negligee. Also, Roger is up for the same promotion as George and looks to have the inside track on that too.
George goes home and, of course, tries rubbing the tarnish off the lamp and out comes Jack Albertson complete with his New York City accent claiming to be the genie of the lamp. He offers one wish to George (he’s downgraded it from three due to bad behavior by earlier masters of the lamp). But tells George to think carefully before choosing a wish. He also explicitly warns him against asking for money or love.
George spends the next day or so daydreaming about what would happen if he chose this or that wish. On love, he fantasizes what would happen if he married May and she was a famous movie star. In the dream she ends up cheating on him with Roger, so that’s out. Then he imagines if he were a wealthy businessman but the money doesn’t make him happy so he rejects that also. Finally, he wonders what power would be like. He dreams he is the President of the United States and uses his power to pardon a soldier sentenced to death for falling asleep at his post. But when his cabinet runs to him informing him that a fleet of flying saucers are coming and he has to choose between trusting that the aliens are friendly or shooting them out of the air to be safe, he panics and wakes up realizing that he doesn’t want the responsibility that comes with power.
Finally, while he is walking with his dog, he realizes what he wants with his wish.
In the last scene we see a hobo in an alley rubbing the lamp and George appearing out of it as the genie (along with his dog Attila). George now grants wishes to the destitute and is happy.
This is a pretty weak episode. Even a wise cracking Jack Albertson can’t add much life to this one. It’s just sub-par. C-.