Arms laden with jokes and gags, Ethan made his way to the counter, assuming his younger brother was behind him. The fifteen year old, afraid that he would drop something, maneuvered around a little girl with a purple pygmy puff after a muttered 'excuse me' and heaved his arsenal onto the counter. As he did, Ethan took a mental inventory of his purchases.

One Skiving Snackbox variety selection
A 12 pack of Canary Creams
A pair of Extendable Ears
One Punching Telescope
Two Trick Wands
Two packs of 5 Dungbombs
One bag of Hiccup Sweets

Smirking to himself, he figured that would do him for a little while - except for the Mischief Managed Candies. And he wanted a variety bag of those. Since the sign directed him to speak to the shopkeeper about those, that's exactly what he would do.