Huxloween 2025 - Day 8, Magic Supplies
"Can I help you with anything, sir?"
"Your digits."
"Excuse me?"
"A magic kit?"
"Certainly. We keep them over here by the science experiment kits. Don't ask why. I suppose, being a kit, they more suited to these shelves than by our stuffed animals and fashion dolls. I'm rambling, forgive me."
"No, you're good. I could use the distraction. This is for my nephew's birthday party."
"A gift? We offer free wrapping services."
"No. I'm the magician. I got roped into it because the clown my sister hired for the party had to cancel. Scheduling conflict, with his arraignment."
"I see."
"For the record, he's not a literal clown but one of those balloon animal artists. Turns out he side hustled as a drug mule and used some of the balloons to hold blow."
"Actually these kits are more for child hobbyists. You might have better luck at an actual magic shop..."
"I thought about trying it myself. Making balloon animals, not drug smuggling."
"I sold a Monster House Scream House to the shop's owner last Christmas. He left his card..."
"I smoke a bit of weed every now and then. Who doesn't, it's legal now. I keep a few plants, but that's not exactly a talent you want to perform in front a dozen five-year-olds."
"I'm just going to write down the shop's address here and you can look it up on your phone at your leisure."
"So anyway, when do you get off work?"
"Be pardon?"
"You wanna come back to my place and help me practice escaping from rope bondage?"
"... You know what, that sounds nice."
