The macaw gave a quick thanks to the Cucumberoo, returned to the casket, and began scooping the currency into his new bag. It was a relatively small bag, but then Twitch didn't have too much to carry around with him, and he was probably the smallest of the ragtag clan at the moment. It would definitely look wierd if the bag was larger than he was.

Eventually, all 100 pieces of currency were inside the bag, along with his stringed magnet and that cassette of whoever "Abba Gold" was. Grabbing the bag's handles with his feet, he suddenly shot up into the air, much further than he had intended. Twitch looked down at the bag, expecting it to be weighing him down at least a little, but it was like he wasn't carrying anything at all! He could have started raving on about it for some time, but his attention was caught at that point by a tinny rattling sound. Marisa appeared to have found a small clockwork fish from somewhere. Gliding down, Twitch landed alongside the fish, curiously examining its workings. "Where'd you find that?" he asked?