The producers obviously knew something was strange, but since he wasn't technically cheating, they gave him what he won. In 1984, he had what would be about a quarter million in today's dollars. That's so much more than you need to buy happiness if you're the kind of person content with game show rerun marathons. Michael went a different way with it. He invested all of it into a second get-rich-quick scheme: one dollar bills. This nutbar sat among piles of money and frantically pawed through them with his girlfriend in the hopes of matching the serial numbers read off by a radio game show for a $30,000 jackpot. It was as close to the exact opposite of buying happiness as you can get. Karma shrugged while it watched. "This is really weird," thought the cosmic principle.
Like all ideas stolen from the awful children in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, his plan ended badly. Michael's girlfriend and he left their cash to go to a Christmas party and came back to find it all missing. A burglar had kicked in their door, and after what had to be a whole lot of staring in disbelief, left with all the actual grocery bags full of cash. Michael immediately accused his girlfriend, so she left him and never came back. And as Mr. Larson was left penniless in a drafty, empty home, karma was just getting there and screaming, "Sorry I'm la-- holy shit. What happened here? I was just going to have him never win the radio contest. This is way, way more than I had in mind."