An Aussie and a Māori walk into a bakery.

The Aussie nicks three pastries and slips them into his pocket.
He goes, “Pretty slick, eh bro? Didn’t even get caught.”

The Māori shakes his head. “Far, you fullas aye. Always trying to be clever. Watch this — I’ll do it the honest way.”

He calls out, “Uncle! Come here, I’ll show you a magic trick.”
The owner wanders over, curious.

“Pass me one of those pastries.”
He eats it.
“Another one, uncle.”
Eats that too.
“One more.”
Down the hatch.

The owner frowns. “Where’s the magic trick, boy?”

The Māori nods at the Aussie.
“Check his pockets, uncle.”