Kid Psychic III

The alleyway scene wrapped up and James' unperturbed figure went back to his route.

It was a smooth sailing walk for the boy as the downcast mood he had from society's scorn was removed by that stress-relieving extermination.

James stopped by a little shop with a sign that says Smith Spiritual Agency and he was ready to help his father turn his fraudulent job into a reality.

"Dad! I'm here!" The young psychic announced with vigor only to blush red as customers were talking with his father. "Soo... rry! Carry on..."

Alexander perfectly played the aloofly confident and powerful psychic but socially awkward James. Even though Shigeo was recycled in this movie, his core traits were still being retold to a much earlier and wider audience.

"Kuhum..." Jonathan Smith coughed to get rid of the awkwardness and seriously turned his attention to his guest.

"As you were saying, Mrs. Bentham! Mr. Bentham here suddenly had his left arm paralyzed after picking up his family heirloom, a golden pocket watch!"

Jonathan was swerving on his squeaking chair and talked behind his rundown table but his demeanor was serious and boss-like to appear confident.

His orange suit was enough to convey the quirkiness of the man!

"Yes, Mr. Smith! We've tried help from specialists but they do not have any solutions to the problem. My husband's paralyzed hand is still holding the accursed thing as we speak."

"Cursed you say! Then you've come to the right place! I'm an expert on curses." Jonathan aka Mark was exuding too much of his rigid acting skills but the moviegoers interpreted it as false bravado.

The measly state of his business is enough to convey that his psychic business is not going well and James' earlier monologue essentially pointed out that he may not be psychic-ally gifted.

"My wife said 'accursed' not cursed, but I'll let it pass since they are essentially the same thing." The arm-paralyzed Mr. Bentham pointed out while urging to change his wife's mind.

"What'd I tell you, Martha? This guy is full of cuckoo and poppycock! Even the whole neighborhood knows it, let's take our business elsewhere! Let's not waste our time on this fraud!"

Jonathan confidently scoffed at the man's contempt. "Another fool, eh! Can a fraud do this?!"

Dramatic music echoed in the cinema and the worn-down table started shaking. Those who believed that Jonathan was a fraud were having second thoughts, as the shaking table was evidence of the enviable psychic powers.

Even Mrs. Bentham had a hopeful gleam in her eyes. "Mr. Smith, I'm sorry if my husband's words offended you! Please offer us your help!"

"Haha! I, Jonathan Smith, will always be at you..."

"Martha, stop your worshippin'. The fraud just shaking it with his leg."

Before Jonathan could say his speech, Mr. Bentham interrupted as the man ducked to the shaking table's leg and pointed out the trick behind the shaking.

Mrs. Bentham had an ugly face while the fooled audience members had the same priceless reaction.

Laughter and snickers were expressed by the people who figured out the trick.

The old couple was quick to sit up from all this foolishness and just when Jonathan was at his last straw, he pushed himself to the limits.

"WAIT!!!"

"What do you want?!" Mrs. Bentham barked back as she hated the thought of being tricked and having begged the very trickster who did so.

"I may not be spiritually gifted but I have the Saintly Grains that can purge your husband of the curse that paralyzed him." Jonathan said with a straight face. "Please believe me or it may be your only chance!"

Mrs. Bentham was easy to convince and Jonathan had the chance to redeem himself.

He quickly grabbed something from an easy open safe and a piece of angelic music was played to hook the attention of people toward the object in his hands.

It was a pouch of what looked to be salt and the words 'Saintly' written on it.

"This is the Saintly Grains that crystallized from the millennium-old saint water. No curse or evil can escape its intensified hardness with effects reaching a thousand times more effective than regular saint water!"

"It pains me just to use a single grain from it but to save your life, I must take that sacrifice." Jonathan 'gritfully' grabbed a handful of the grains and sprinkled it towards the paralyzed arm.

"Psychic Special Move: Saintly Rapid Fire!" Jonathan went wild and let his 'precious' saintly grain rain on the assaulted couple.

Young Alex couldn't help but spurt some of his popcorn at the sight of his handsome father reciting Reigen's awkward specialties.

At this point, Mr. and Mrs. Bentham was straight-faced. They moved their lips and tasted the Saintly grain that reached there.

"It's ~ salty." Mrs. Bentham slowly murmured as the realization dawned on her wrinkled face.

"Saintly, you say!" Mr. Bentham was not one to pull punches and blurted out. "Martha, these are just salt from the store and that 'Saintly' crap is just words written with a permanent marker."

Jonathan whistled himself in shame and his hands were slowly covering the poorly-written 'Saintly' in the salt pouch.

The sound of a crow could be heard from outside and it's perfectly timed 'caws' was the comedic high-point of awkwardness in anime.

There was still no anime at this point but the crow was a signal for the cinema to let out their chuckles and laughs.

"You fraud! Wait until the police hears about what you've done to us. Hopefully, bad repute isn't the least that they can give to you!"

The story continued and the Benthams were now enraged and wanted to sue for just cause. The moviegoers agreed as Jonathan's antics truly cause the line.

"I hope society condemns you and your ways, young man!"

However, the Benthams crossed lines as well.

"You have a son for Pete's sake. He'd better be checked as well. The apple doesn't fall that far from the tree. Since you're a bastard then he must be a bastard as well!"

The quiet James, on the side, had his eyes glow blue and he and his father shared a look.

Mrs. Bentham was still raining her words of righteous condemnation and didn't realize the exchange of information that was happening between the Smiths.

Jonathan had his confidence resurge and fought back. "Since you want to call the police! Let's call the police!"

He suddenly blurted words that made the old Benthams even weaker on their knees. "The pocket watch isn't even your family heirloom! You murdered the real owners and just before you could sell it for money, you find out that making quick money from murder isn't as easy as you thought it would be!"

The revelation came abruptly and the audience was intrigued by how this quick shift had unfolded.