He walks them over to the equipment and helmets, there bodies able to move now, and changes himself into a trainers uniform again. "Now be good NFL hopefuls and put on these defensive lineman uniforms! I need you to start training!" The two looked at each other bewildered? The uniforms weren't team colors, but completely navy blue with the numbers 000 on them. The one was about to question when genie blew his whistle in anger, "now maggots! I want those uniforms on 2 minutes ago!" In fright that the genie might make them hurt, they hurriedly slammed on the pads, pants, cleats, jersey, and finally helmet! "That's better! Now let's start our training!" And with that he smacked the lineman helmet on one of them and watched.
The lineman wearing the uniform, automatically felt weird. The linebacker looked on in awe and fright, watching as the blue dropped down from the helmet like paint. "What's happening to me?" The lineman said as it now covered his grill and face, dropping down his shoulder pads slowly. "I feel so weird? It's like I'm covered in honey or something?!" The linebacker was so focused on his friend, he didn't see genie smack his helmet as well, and the process began on him as well. The short one watched as the blue covered them till there skin, there pants, everything was a navy blue color. They both looked at each other, then one them pull his hand to his face. "Oh my god, my hand! It's navy blue!" Try as they might they could not get it off there skin, though the genie snickered knowing the reason why! Finally he spoke up saying "try taking off your equipment!" And with jolts they tried taking off there helmets.
Both found the helmets were now part of them, as they grabbed the grill on them they found it felt like it was part of there face, it even hurt as they pulled. "What have you done to us!?" The one said with navy blue lips. The genie and the shorter guy looked at them, both seeing what they had become. They were both looking like blue mannequins molded out of blue rubber. Genie walked up to both of them, and patted them on there shoulder pads in comfort, watching as there bodies changed to foam rubber. There joints started to become stiff and ridged, the openings in there mouth and nose now a sealed up blue. They panicked pointing at their mouths with blue rubber eyes and stiff melded fingers.
"I told you boys not to worry, see blocking dummies don't have parents! And after all you wished to be in the NFL, and blocking dummies are needed for sure! You two will make excellent equipment I must say!" He chuckled with those last words as both looked at each other horrified as they saw bar codes on what once was the back of there neck. They poked each other's chest and pads, the foam sinking in and there hands folding back. One tried to gesture to the genie, but failed miserably, instead stiffly walking towards him. He tried to tackle the mythical creature but fell forward with a stiff thud, trying to squirm until he could move again. "Now is that anyway to treat me! Just for that, your never to walk! Your just a stiff blocking dummy!" With this words the former man stood up stiff as a mannequin and didn't move.
Genie looked at the other with a scowl, and said "try anything and you'll be unable to move too!" And began to move the dummy into a tackle position. At last the short kid spoke up, worried for them, "will they always be dummies? Will they be able to feel or anything?" Genie looked sympathetic at him and said "don't worry, I'll make sure they both are able to move again, but they both must stay unmovable while players are around. After all I think they'd freak out if they saw those two moving like the dummies they are now!" He laughed a small chuckle, and looked towards him again, "now as for you, your wish is next....."