Flack and Tubbs wander a ways until they hear, "Hey! You guys!" The two dognappers turn around, upon which observing a magician standing in front of them.
"Who, us?" Tubbs inquires.
"Yeah, you, Shorty and Fatso. Listen, I need someone to keep an eye on my booth while I'm on lunch break, and you're just the guys for the job."
"But…" Flack begins.
"No 'buts'. I've been watching you guys wander around for about ten minutes, so you apparently have nothing better to do. Now get going!"
"Who does dat guy think he is?" Flack mumbles under his breath as he and Tubbs make their way toward a large green and purple booth with the words, "THE GREAT MESMO" painted on the side.
Flack sits at the front of the booth while Tubbs rummages through a box of magic tricks at the back. Tubbs takes out a Chinese finger trap, and immediately gets his fingers stuck in it. He pulls harder and harder, but is unable to get free. Suddenly, he hears a mysterious, echoing voice say, "I can see into your future…"
"Huh?"
"I predict that you will never get your fingers out that way…"
Tubbs turns around, upon which observing a crystal ball on a nearby stand reading, "THE GREAT MESMO'S TALKING CRYSTAL BALL".
"Haw haw, dat thing's got a funny voice!" he chortles.
Flack looks over his shoulder. "I can see into your future…" the crystal ball says.
"Yeah…" Flack muses, a sly grin spreading across his face. "It sorta does, don't it? Them mangies ain't gonna be able ta match dis, I'll bet!"
Flack quickly nabs the crystal ball, and he and Tubbs both hurry back to the echo machine. He drops a quarter in, then holds the crystal ball out at arm's length. "I can see into your future…" it says.
Inside the machine, Nose Marie quickly grabs a nearby popcorn tin and speaks into it, causing her voice to echo. "I can see into your future…"
"B-but, how did they…?" Flack says in astonishment.
"I predict that you will soon be in big trouble…" the crystal ball says.
"Huh? What's dat s'posed ta mean?" Flack says. He then turns around to see Mesmo standing next to him, with an angry look on his face.
"So, a couple of small-time crooks,eh?" Mesmo says. "Well, Ill show you small-time!" He then takes a small jar reading, "MAGIC POWDER" out of his pocket, and throws some of the powder on Tubbs. There's a puff of smoke, and suddenly, Tubbs shrinks to the size of a mouse!
Tubbs runs around squealing, "I'm tiny! I'm tiny! Help me! Help me!"
"Gosh," Flack says. "I better pick ya's up before someone steps on ya's or somethin', cousin." He then picks Tubbs up; unfortunately, at that very moment, Tubbs grows back to size and flattens on him.
"Duh, Flack? Hey, Flack, where'd'ya go?"
"This is a lot closer to your bum than I'd ever want my face to be." the skinny dognapper says in a muffled voice.
(While all this is going on, Brighteyes had been looking through the coin slot with a portable video camera. "Oh, this is going straight on Youtube!" she says with a giggle.)
Tubbs climbs to his feet(which Flack must have been quite grateful for), and Flack follows suit. "C'mon Tubbs," the skinny dognapper says, dusting himself off. "We'll outdo them little mutts or go broke tryin'!"
"I'd put good money on goin' broke." Tubbs mumbles under his breath.
"What was dat?" Flack asks.
"Uhh, uhh, dat magician guy, he was really a bloke wasn't he? Yeah." the fat dognapper replies nervously.
"Well, yeah, I guess ya's could say dat…"
Phew! Tubbs thinks, as the two of them set off yet again.