"Ha! You asked for it!" Calvin beams. "I just so happened to bring it with me today, in case I needed to shrink down all the money I'm making so it's easier to carry. Hold on..."

He hops off the stool, ducks behind the box-counter, rummages in his bag for a moment. Then Calvin emerges holding what is very obviously a plastic toy dart gun with a couple lightning bolts drawn on it in marker. "Behold! Your bracelet issues are about to become minimized!"