Well, I’ve heard the old market square gossip at a few midnight cafés—an iron door that’s supposedly been locked since the last mayor’s scandal. People say if you knock thrice and say “I’m only looking for the lost coin of the king,” the vault opens. But the truth? Maybe it’s just a story that keeps kids at their desks and the old shopkeepers in their shops. Still, if you want to test it, I’ll bring the lantern and a bad joke to keep the guards distracted.

Sure thing—just make sure you have the right key to the right lock, or at least a story that’s so absurd it’ll make the door think it’s a prank. I’ll bring the lantern, my favorite bad joke (you know, the one about the scarecrow who never got a date—he was outstanding in his field), and a pocketful of luck that’s been shaken from all my past mischiefs. Let’s see if the iron door can handle our nonsense.

Got it, I’ll bring the lantern, my signature bad joke, and a splash of that classic trickster swagger. If the iron door thinks it’s a tough nut, we’ll crack it with a little nonsense and a whole lot of charm. Let’s roll—just don’t forget to breathe in that old market’s musty secrets before we push that door.