Mr.Owl
Ah, I think I see the problem, Raymond. You haven’t yet learned to control magic.
Raymond
Oh, no way? You serious? Hey, crazy idea. How about next time you send me to get chased by a shark-gopher with a recipe for orange rat, you give me the damn instructions to your little twig here? That getting through your swivel-mounted head, bird brain?
Mr.Owl
Magic isn’t a machine with a manual, my dear Raymond. Magic comes from inspiration. From within. It comes from our hearts.
Raymond
Yeah, blood goes through mine. The shark-gopher wanted to check.
Mr.Owl
Now don’t be upset about any of this. Show me the wand, and I’ll be happy to show you how to fill it with magic.
Raymond
Great. Great, what do I do?
Mr.Owl
Hold up the wand. Like so.
Raymond
Don’t get weird. My sister told me to do that once. Didn’t end well.
Mr.Owl
Now, concentrate. Think about what you value most. The things that fill your heart with cheer.
Mr.Owl
What is it, Raymond, that drives you? That gives you happiness, that makes your spirit sing?
Mr.Owl
Imagine it, Raymond. Hold it in your head. And tell me, my good rat, what is it that inspires you most?
Raymond
Tits. Jugs. Gazongas. Hey, you see a girl with a banging rack of love apples, dude, that’s like inspiration freebased.
Mr.Owl
Well. Then, uh, let us concentrate on these — mammaries and see what magic it brings forth.
Raymond
Yeah, a lot more than magic.
Raymond
Nothing. Nothing. Let’s do this.