Genie

A guy walks into a tavern, orders a beer and sets a paper bag on the bar. Several beers later, the curious bartender asked what was in the bag. Without a word, the customer reached in and pulled out a miniature piano, then a small man, about a foot tall, who sat down at the piano and began to bang out rhythm and blues.
“Wow, where’d you get that?” the barkeep asked.
“I found a bottle,” the customer explained. “When I rubbed it, a genie popped out and granted me one wish. Its right here,” he said, reaching into his coat, “if you want to give it a try.”
The bartender gave the bottle a rub and sure enough, out popped a genie. “I want a million bucks.” He said, suddenly the bar was filled with ducks, a million of them. “Hey, I said bucks, not ducks!. Is this genie deaf or something?”
“Hey, friend, you don’t think I actually asked for a 12-inch pianist, do you?”