little miss erdnase wrote: Hiatts 1960's? nah! try rigid cuffs, fool, cough, i mean magician proof! i can show you how though

....lol!
i quite fancy a secret welsh hideaway lol...
No tempting as it sounds (steady now Flashy) I'm not falling for that old ploy, once you have old Flash cuffed it'll be off to the cells in double quick time and I'll be on a diet of bread and water before I've had a chance to say "Dixon of Dock Green"!!
No as the gaff appears to be blown, the jig is obviously up (steady Flashy) and you seem to be on to me and my brilliant masterplan I'm going to have to instigate escape plan B:
Mandrake you take the first flight to Rio De Janeiro go to the house of the fallen conjurer and ask for El Magico, he'll sort you out with fake papers and enough cigars to buy yourself a mansion deep in the Brazillian jungle...
Dat & Tomo, you take the Jag to the Houdini lads and get them to dispose of it in the drink, then using the private Leer jet, cut across to the Costa Del Sol where Bananafish & Tom "Moriarty" Lauten will tell you next stage...
Travelling under the pseudoname of the Amazing Sombrero, you Magicdiscoman, will head over the Mexican Border, travel to the small and ancient stone church of the Sacred Bongo. Inside the leg of the third pew from the alter, you'll find a wad of notes and all the tortilla chips you can carry.
After the heat has died down (say twenty years or so) use the secret tunnels and meet me in the Dove's Head....
