With an episode of Lambchop's Playalong still fresh in your mind, you grab Lucky and haul him up onto your lap. Still tense from his latest kill, the wee man struggles against your iron grip, head-butting your jaw and punching you right in the kidney before you finally tell him the plan. He nods in approval, and quietly apologizes for beating you so.

You say hello to the staring mass of people and tell them that what they've just witnessed, with the waiter being annihilated and all, was just a very elaborate trick courtesy of this fine restaurant and your assistant, Chico the Puppet. The crowd seems to being buying your half-assed explanation, so you continue on with the act, this time telling everyone that you'll be taking a drink of water while Chico sings the chorus to "Sk8er Boi".

As you're drinking the water, you notice that the crowd is giving you confused looks, and you're sure that it's not because of Lucky singing, "'e was a skatar boyeee, she said seeya latar boyee, 'e wasn't good enuff far har!" It appears your mistake is that your free hand should be hidden away so that people will actually think that you're manipulating Lucky like a puppet. You reach under Lucky's coat, but as soon as he feels your hand on his ass (arse), he lets loose a startled, "yipes," and turns those eye lasers of his on you. You rotten petterass.

START OVER, LEPRECHAUN FELCHMONGER!