[scene: Bluth kitchen]

GOB: Guess who got a job, Mikey!

Michael: If I didn't know better, I'd say you.

GOB: Me! Me got a job!

Michael: Oh. So you're straying away from this whole magician thing? That's good. What's your job?

GOB: Top...secret...mission job. A magician never reveals his secret, Michael. You'd know that if you were a magician. And now I will go, and you'll never find out where I am!

Michael: Well, I'm not a--

[Michael starts coughing as smoke fills the room. GOB pushes Michael aside as he runs for the door]

[scence: Michael's office, talking head]

Michael: Sometimes, um, magicians need a hand from a professional magician. As talented as I am, I can't live up to my full potential since I have a company and a family to run. My company is my family. Also, Jan. She's my girlfriend.

[there is a knock on the door]

Michael: I hired some professional help. A full time magician. Apparently, this strait jacket is, um, too strong for my strength.

[he tries to push out of the strait jacket again]

Michael: Can someone get the door?

[Dwight leaps to his feet and swings the door open. GOB enters, The Final Countdown ringtone playing. Michael beams and awkwardly tries to dance along, singing Gonna Fly Now]

GOB: Did someone order...a magician?

[GOB makes flowers appear and throws them at Pam. He scouts the office looking for other attractive women and finds Angela]

GOB: Pick a card, m'lady.

Angela: No.

[Angela, talking head]

Angela: Obviously, magic goes against Christ.

[Back in the office]

GOB: What seems to be the problem?

Dwight: At approximately 9:17 this morning, Michael Scott attempted to, once again, amaze his subordinates by--

Michael: I'm stuck in this strait jacket.

GOB: For a novice, that might be a problem. But clothes can never inhibit a real magician![GOB rips off his stripper pants with ease. Everyone groans]

Toby: Michael, this is inappropriate.

Michael: You know what, Toby? JOB is going to make you disappear. Make him disappear, JOB.

Toby: JOB can't make me disappear.

GOB: I will make this man disappear but first, I will rescue your boss!

Jim: How are you going to do that?

GOB: A magician never reveals his trick! Is there any place we can do this privately? Uh...

Michael: Sure, let's go to my office.

[A few minutes later, there are thuds, crashes and shouts of frustration coming from Michael's office.]

GOB: We need a scissor.

Michael: I don't have a scissor! --No, don't ask, they'll know!

[ Jim opens his desk drawer and takes out the key. He looks around, then takes a picture of it with a camera phone. A few minutes later, he gets up and knocks on Michael's office's door.]

Michael: Come in!

[Michael's on his stomach, with GOB straddling him and tugging at the straitjacket]

Jim: A wizard was just here...he told me to give this to you.

Michael: A wizard?

[He and GOB scramble up and GOB grabs the envelope]

Michael, reading the letter over GOB's shoulder: If you want to get out of the straitjacket, you must complete my wizardly tasks. More information to come.