In-class

The Allen County museum sat snow-covered and darkened. It was nearing two o'clock in the morning and the streets of Lima were nearly empty. Nobody saw Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and a witch sneak up to the main entrance. Santa used a bit of magic to deactivate the alarm system and unlock the door. Once they were inside, the witch returned outside and got me where the group had told me to wait in the parking lot. Santa had known through his ability to keep track of all the children on earth that I knew every inch of the museum. I was their planner. It was against my will, of course. I would never dream of stealing anything from the museum. The museum was like my second home. I had found out that Santa was in need of a new sleigh. Something had gone wrong with his old one and the museum has a very beautiful sleigh from the 1800's on display. The witch had also explained that she wanted a new cauldron and the Easter bunny wanted antique farm implements to decorate his carrot farm. The museum had all of these things and they knew this. I led Santa through the new part of the museum and into the older part where they had things from the old days of Lima. There in the darkness sat the sleigh. It was beautiful and I had admired it since I was seven years old. Its red velvet bench seat was covered in the antique goat-hair blanket. The black wood of the sleigh made it stand like a ghost among the shadows. Santa let out a jolly "Ho-ho-ho!" and I went to get the witch so that I could lead her to the cauldron which was located in the log cabin. The Easter bunny could wait. The farm machines were in the basement.
I led the witch out to the log cabin and she pushed the door open. Hanging in the fireplace was the cauldron. She cackled and hefted the cauldron down off of it's hook. She started dragging the cauldron back into the museum. I walked ahead and went down into the basement, dragging the Easter Bunny with me. Once we were down there, I showed the Easter Bunny to the farm exhibit and he hopped for joy. While he was distracted and all three of the thieves were in possession of the stolen goods, I pushed the Easter Bunny into the giant grain thresher. His giant feet got stuck. I ran up the stairs and pulled the fire alarm. From the stairs, I made my way to the George Washington room and smashed through the glass to get to Washington's cavalry saber.
By this time, Santa and the witch knew that something was wrong. They were on their way to the basement, figuring they would catch me as I ran up the stairs. I stepped out of the George Washington room with the sword in hand. The witch swung her broom toward me and I quickly cut all the bristles off. She swung the handle at me and I cut the broomstick in two. She threw it down and stepped away. Santa pulled a whip from his coat and cracked it once. I held the sword up and Santa went to grab the sword with the whip but the whip fell from his hand as a rock pelted the side of his head.
Standing on the top of the landing was the Easter Bunny. He had a handful of small rocks and one larger one lined up and aimed at Santa.
The firetrucks and police were there before Santa could make a move. It turns out that the Easter Bunny was actually on my side the whole time. He fought on behalf of Christianity. Santa was an evil symbol of consumerism who needed to be stopped. The witch was just a witch. The Easter Bunny was gone before any of the rescue team saw him, but I won't ever forget how he saved me.