The junior succumbs to the pressure, but figures out a way to escape the predicament and stay in the good books. He goes in and steals a Mars Bar, too. He opens it and stuffs it in his mouth before anyone can intervene.
“Hey, you!” the shopkeeper growls. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“It’s OK,” says the younger kid. “I’m just doing some magic.”
Waving his hand and snapping his fingers, he exclaims, “You will now find that the Mars Bar has miraculously transferred to the pocket of my friend here!”