The ringleader steps forward with a clasped purse in her hands. "We all have grasshoppers on us. I've been training them."
Sure enough, each kid had a grasshopper clinging to their clothes. One grasshopper falls, and the "owner" grabs it with the fine motor skills of a pre-schooler, and sticks it back on his shirt.
She continues, "We're taking them for a walk. They don't even jump. I've been training them all day."
She unclasps the purse and pulls out another grasshopper. "I've trained this one to play dead."