Tricky Traps & Naughty May 2026

“Now you get paid. And tomorrow,” she said, handing him an envelope thick with cash, “we start on the Hall of Greed. It’s like the Hall of Temptations, but with a fake wallet on a string.”

Leo froze. “What—”

“What about the cookies?” he asked.

The first customer came at 3 p.m. A boy named Leo, age ten, with a rap sheet of naughtiness that included hiding his teacher’s coffee mug, replacing the sugar with salt, and teaching the class hamster to flip its water bottle at substitute teachers.

The Reading Nook was a cozy corner with a single leather chair, a floor lamp, and a shelf of books. Finn inspected the existing traps: a whoopee cushion on the chair (classic, but too obvious), a bucket of glue perched on a half-open door (messy, but naughty kids would just take off their shoes), and a tripwire connected to a speaker that played the Macarena on repeat. tricky traps & naughty

Finn read it twice, then shoved his hands deeper into his coat pockets. Rent was due. His landlord had left a dead goldfish taped to his door as a warning. So yes, he was short on cash.

“And naughty adults, though they’re harder to catch. Too much cynicism.” She handed him a leather apron. “I’m Morgause. You’ll start in the Hall of Temptations.” “Now you get paid

Finn opened the hidden door. “Someone tricky.”