An illusionist performs his art, surrounded by a small number of people.
The magician entrances his audience. He mesmerizes them. He
bedazzles and bamboozles. He flabbergasts! He gobsmacks.

He makes a BLT sandwich disappear, and it reappears in
one of the subjects’ handbag. He asks a person to guess
a playing card, and, seconds later, the card is tattooed
on the side of a red squirrel that comes out of his pocket.

And, as if by magic (duh), he produces a can of Magic from
a top hat. At that point, one of the onlookers snatches
the can, and thirstily downs the energizing liquid.

Next the illusionist is performing the well known ”three cups and
a ball”. The person who drank the Magic has visions of numbers
and shapes. Like a genius from outer space, or a modern day
Leonardo da Vinci, his brain is working at a ridiculous speed.

He sees — we see — the ball swoosh from one cup to
another. It leaves a trace, lines and patterns and number
appear. The guy notices in his state of hyper alertness
that the ball lands in the wall of one of the cups.

The illusionist stops, and asks the audience where the ball is.
Full of confidence, our hero reveals the true hiding place of the ball,
and the magician declares defeat at the hands of a drink — Magic!