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Tuesday, September 23rd 2025. | Halloween

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The Great Halloween Hedge Heist

Halloween night crackled with an energy only possible when sugar highs and the promise of mischief collided. For ten-year-old Max and his best friend, Olivia, the year’s primary objective wasn’t simply acquiring candy; it was executing the perfect prank. Their target: Mr. Henderson, the neighborhood’s resident grump, notorious for his excessive lawn decorations and even more excessive disdain for trick-or-treaters who dared to tread on his meticulously manicured lawn.

Mr. Henderson’s pride and joy was his prize-winning, perfectly sculpted boxwood hedge that lined the front of his property. It was a green, geometric monstrosity, sheared with laser precision and sprayed with a chemical cocktail that allegedly repelled both insects and unruly children. Max and Olivia, after weeks of clandestine planning, had devised a scheme audacious enough to make the notoriously grumpy Mr. Henderson actually crack a smile – or, more likely, explode with indignation. Their plan? The Great Halloween Hedge Heist.

The premise was simple, yet devilishly complex. Under the cover of darkness, amidst the chaos of trick-or-treating, they would replace several sections of Mr. Henderson’s perfectly trimmed hedge with slightly less…refined versions. They spent the preceding week scouring the neighborhood for overgrown bushes, raiding neglected gardens, and even pilfering some scraggly greenery from the vacant lot down the street. The key was to find pieces that, while similar in general shape, clearly lacked the rigid perfection of Mr. Henderson’s prized possession.

Their stash of substitute shrubbery was hidden in Olivia’s garage, smelling faintly of damp earth and teenage ambition. On Halloween night, armed with garden shears, gloves, and a healthy dose of nervous excitement, they waited for the optimal moment. The first wave of trick-or-treaters had already descended upon the neighborhood, a swarm of miniature superheroes and princesses demanding sugary tribute. Max and Olivia knew that they needed to strike during the lull, the brief window of quiet between the candy onslaughts.

Disguised as particularly enthusiastic ninja turtles, they approached Mr. Henderson’s house under the cloak of darkness. Olivia, a master of distraction, rang the doorbell, launching into an overly enthusiastic rendition of “Trick or treat! Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat!” While Mr. Henderson, visibly annoyed, was doling out miniature candy bars, Max, nimble and quick, slipped around the side of the house. He worked with practiced efficiency, carefully snipping out three sections of the hedge and replacing them with their less-than-perfect substitutes. The mismatched greenery looked hilariously out of place, like a green mohawk amidst a regimented army.

Meanwhile, Olivia was struggling to contain her laughter as Mr. Henderson grumbled about the quality of the costumes and the declining standards of Halloween etiquette. As soon as Max gave her the signal, she feigned a sudden stomach ache, apologized profusely, and beat a hasty retreat, leaving Mr. Henderson muttering about unruly children and indigestion.

Back at Olivia’s house, they watched from her bedroom window as Mr. Henderson returned to his porch, surveying his kingdom with a critical eye. It took him a few minutes, but eventually, his gaze landed on the mismatched hedge. His face contorted in a series of expressions ranging from disbelief to utter apoplexy. He stomped off the porch, muttering about vandals and the decline of civilization, and disappeared into his garage. Max and Olivia held their breath, expecting him to emerge with a chainsaw and a vengeance.

But instead, after a few minutes, Mr. Henderson reappeared, armed not with a chainsaw, but with a pair of gardening shears. And then, something unexpected happened. He didn’t start hacking away at the offending greenery. Instead, he began… trimming. He carefully shaped the wilder sections of the hedge, coaxing them into a slightly less rigid, but ultimately more natural, form. He spent the next hour meticulously reshaping the entire hedge, softening its harsh lines and giving it a more organic, almost whimsical, appearance.

The next morning, the neighborhood buzzed with speculation about Mr. Henderson’s hedge. Some whispered about senility, others about a newfound appreciation for nature. But Max and Olivia knew the truth. They had inadvertently forced Mr. Henderson to see his hedge, and perhaps his life, in a different light. Their prank, born of mischief, had unintentionally sparked a transformation. And, as an added bonus, Mr. Henderson, perhaps humbled by the experience, left a full-sized candy bar on each of their doorsteps on November 1st. The Great Halloween Hedge Heist, it turned out, was a sweet victory indeed.