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076. PRANKS GONE WRONG

The four are in town on a case where a girl scratched her brains out and a man got electrocuted. The four are in the motel room with a large uncooked ham on the table. The girls are in the bathroom since the brothers only got two pairs of goggles.

Dean puts on a pair of goggles and a pair of gloves. He picks up the joy buzzer before turning to Sam.

"You ready?" Dean asks.

"Hit it, Mr. Wizard." Sam says. He holds up goggles to his eyes.

Dean holds the joy buzzer to the ham and electricity cackles and steam rises. Soon enough the ham is blackened and Dean takes away the joy buzzer. Sam lowers the goggles as Dean flips the dark plastic visor on his goggles up.

"That'll do, pig." Dean says.

"What the hell?" Sam mutters as Dean takes his goggles off.

"Girls, you can come out now!" Dean calls. Immediately the bathroom door opens and they rush to see the overcooked ham.

"Whoa!" They gawk at the food.

"That crap isn't supposed to work." Sam says.

"This thing doesn't even have batteries." Dean says, taking his gloves off.

"So... so, what? Are-- are we looking at cursed objects?" Sam asks.

"Sounds good." Dean says. He pulls out a knife and cuts off a piece of ham. "Maybe there's a powerful witch in town. Is there any link between the, uh, the joy buzzer and the itching powder?"

"Uh, one was made in China, the other Mexico, but they were both bought from the same store." Sam says.

Dean hums as he eats another piece of him. He holds a third piece up to Sam who shakes his head. He holds it out to the girls.

"Use an oven and then we'll talk." Ophelia says.

Dean shrugs, holding the ham out to Libby who grins and takes it.

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The four go into a joke store and look around.

"Sam!" Dean calls. Sam turns to his brother, only to find him holding a whoopee cushion and grinning. Sam sighs and shakes his head like a disappointed father and turns away.

Dean takes the whoopee cushion up to the checkout counter that has a display of rubber chickens next to it.

"Welcome to the Conjurarium, sanctum of magic and mystery." The owner says, walking up.

"You the owner?" Sam asks.

"Yep." The owner nods.

"You sold any itching powder or joy buzzers lately?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, a grand total of one of each. They aren't exactly big ticket items. Look, you four here to buy something or what?" The owner asks.

Dean pulls out some cash and holds up the whoopee cushion, giving the owner the money.

"So, you get many customers?" Sam asks.

"Kids come in. They don't buy much, but they're more than happy to break stuff. These days, all they care about are their iPhones and those kissing vampire movies. The whole thing makes me just--"

"Angry?" Dean guesses.

"He reminds me of the wax museum guy." Libby whispers to her cousin who nods in agreement.

"Yeah." The owner nods. "Yeah, I am angry. This shop has been my life for twenty years, and now it's wasting away to nothing."

"Which is why you hate them." Dean says.