“You’re not going to like it,” the Leprechaun said. “Maybe skip it.”

“Look,” Flynn said. “I caught you fair and square. Now you have to take me to the gold at the end of a rainbow.”

“Well ya see my boy,” the green-suited little man answered, lighting his little pipe and taking a few puffs. “We never actually thought any of us would get caught.”

“So…”

The Leprechaun pointed to the pot.

“It’s … spray painted yellow…”

The Leprechaun shrugged, and was suddenly gone, leaving behind only a waft of pipe smoke.