Kazaam: (rapping, as he is flying on his magic bicycle -- it makes sense in context) Don't get all hysterical, say thank you for your miracle/What's the matter, your tongue is broken? Time like this, you should be stokin'!
NC: You want this film to be good, and I'm not jokin'? Grab yourself a J and get to smokin'! No truer words have ever been spoken. You'll see much better once you've been tokin'! See, I can do it, too. It's not hard.
Kazaam: (rapping, as the camera moves in on his face) You know the rules, now comply!/Kazaam, he got (Unlimited supply!)...
NC: OH, MY GOD, SHAQ'S GONNA EAT ME!
(Kazaam flies really fast and then suddenly disappears.)
NC: Did Kazaam just go back to the future?
NC (voiceover): He comes back, looking like a Cadbury egg dressed as Liberace, and finally convinces Max to make his first wish. But in rhyme, of course.
Max: I wish I had junk food from here to the sky!
Kazaam: Why not? Higher than high?
NC: That's an understatement.
NC (voiceover): So Shaq, as the almighty genie, literally makes junk food fall from the sky! But only the stuff he's promoted from past commercials.
(A Taco Bell logo appears as Kazaam smiles once more.)
NC (voiceover): So while munching on his munchies, Max comes to a sudden realization:
Max: Until I make those last two wishes, I own you. Don't I?
Kazaam: Technically.
NC: So a white person owns a black person to provide services against his will without getting paid. There's a word for that. I can't quite think what it is... um, ownership? No, no, no, no, that's not it, that's not it... (The word "SLAVERY" slowly fades in on the screen.) Um, possession! No, no, no, that's not what I'm lookin' for, either. It's something along the lines of um, um... (He looks down and sees the word.) WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS MOVIE?!
Kazaam: That's horrible.
