Changed Daily started his day like he did any other. First, he stirred himself awake after he'd gotten a decent amount of sleep. Next, he went through his usual morning routine of having a full English breakfast consisting of bacon, sausages, eggs, black pudding, baked beans, tomatoes, mushrooms, toast, and some tea; helping Lucy Woo get their daughter Deirdre ready for Early Years; and briefly going over the latest mission that the U.Z.Z. agents would be tackling for the day.

"Mmm, stopping a group of fae terrorists from using boggarts as suicide bombers..." Changed Daily couldn't help but mutter as he stared at his phone screen. "From the way it's described, it's not full-blown disastrous yet, but I'll definitely watch out for any updates..."

He let the phone go to sleep before he headed out for work. Once he got there, he went through all the usual processes to get into the main pod and then made his way into the briefing room and leaned against his trusty mantlepiece. When he got there, Victor, Anita, and Professor Professor were all already sitting in their designated seats.

"I've just gotten a report that a group of fae terrorists is going around, using boggarts as suicide bombers," Changed Daily explained. "It's not a cause for concern just yet, but it could lead to a terrible breach in security, and you all know how seriously I take security. In fact, I take security so seriously that my name is Changed Daily. Today, you may call me..." His cellphone beeped. "Oh... Krispy Kreme McDonald..."

Everyone else just laughed.

Anita cleared her throat and began to speak. "Now why exactly are these terrorists using boggarts as suicide bombers, Krispy Kreme McDonald?"

"We don't really know, Anita," Krispy Kreme McDonald replied. "But we have to figure it out and stop them before they can cause even more damage than they already have."

Victor couldn't help but gulp at this. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"How are we supposed to stop them?" Anita asked.

"Well, seeing as how these terrorists and their suicide bombers are magical beings, it stands to reason that we fight magic with magic," Professor Professor replied.

"And how exactly are we supposed to do that?"

"Why don't you follow me and see for yourself?" Professor Professor punctuated this suggestion with a wink.

While Victor and Anita were off fighting the fae terrorists and their boggart suicide bombers, Krispy Kreme McDonald was at the canteen, preparing to pick up the lunch of the day.

He hoped that they were serving jacket potatoes today. Those were always his favorite. He personally liked his jacket potato to be served with balsamic vinegar, pieces of hard-boiled egg, and marshmallows on top. Sure enough, when he finally got his lunch, it was a jacket potato. It was a plain one with butter and salt and pepper, but that was okay. He could always fancy up his jacket potato at home.

Once he'd gotten his potato, Krispy Kreme McDonald sat down at the table where Ray, Kowalski, and Kent happened to be sitting. He couldn't help but notice that they were already deep in conversation over something strange they'd encountered while they'd been taking the London Underground to work. As chief of U.Z.Z., Krispy Kreme McDonald felt that he was obligated to join in on the conversation and learn more about this strange occurrence.

"So what exactly was it that you saw in the London Underground?" Krispy Kreme McDonald asked curiously while he was eating his potato.

Ray was caught off-guard by Krispy Kreme McDonald's sudden inquiry, but he gave a response anyway. "Well, if you must know, a masked individual had some bloke pay them thousands of pounds to play a children's game."

Krispy Kreme McDonald's curiosity was piqued further. "What kind of children's game?"

"Well, from the looks of it, it was conkers. Why conkers, though, I'm not sure. Either way, the bloke lost, and then the masked individual handed him what looked like a business card."

Krispy Kreme McDonald rubbed his chin with his hand, deep in thought. "Why was this masked stranger making him play a children's game, and in the London Underground no less?"

"We don't know, sir," Kowalski replied. "It was just very strange."

"Well, then..." Krispy Kreme McDonald's face lit up with inspiration. "I guess it's up to me to get to the bottom of this."

Kent then decided it was his turn to pipe up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're not actually going to check it out, are you? For all we know, it might've been a scam or something."

"All the more reason for me to go investigate," Krispy Kreme McDonald replied. "If what you're saying is true, then maybe I can stop this masked person from scamming others out of their money."

"Well... if you're that determined to find out, then I guess we can't stop you..."

"Thanks, Kent. I knew I could count on you."

On his way home from work, instead of taking the usual route to his humble abode, Krispy Kreme McDonald decided to take the London Underground on the off-chance that he'd have a chance encounter with the mysterious masked individual. He couldn't help but wonder what this masked person was up to... Many questions were abound. Was this a supervillain using children's games as bait to kidnap other people or murder them? Was this a scam like Kent suspected? Or was it something else entirely? Regardless of what this could be, Krispy Kreme McDonald was determined to get to the bottom of it and stop this masked person before it was too late.

While he was waiting at King's Cross St Pancras tube station for his train, Krispy Kreme McDonald noticed someone of indeterminate gender wearing a long-sleeved hooded chartreuse green jumpsuit with black gloves, black shoes, and a black mask with a symbol of the euro currency printed on it. From the looks of it, they had persuaded someone (an old lady, to be more specific) to play a game of conkers with them... just like Ray had said. That was when Krispy Kreme McDonald knew that Ray and the other two had been telling the truth, and he decided to confront this mysterious person head-on.

Krispy Kreme McDonald walked right up to the masked person. "Excuse me, would you care to explain what's going on here?"

"Oh!" The mysterious masked person jumped and turned to look at him. "For God's sake, don't sneak up on me like that!"

"How do you want me to sneak up on you then?"

The mysterious masked person said nothing for a couple seconds. "...never mind. Have you come to play a game?"

"Of course. I'd like to play conkers, please."

"Very well. Just let me finish up with this elderly mademoiselle first."

Krispy Kreme McDonald did as obliged and waited for the masked person to finish up the game they'd started with the old lady. He had a moment or two to think about how this masked individual was using some sort of voice filter when they spoke, possibly to disguise their identity to anyone who could potentially recognize them. Even so, something about them seemed vaguely familiar, but Krispy Kreme McDonald couldn't quite put his finger on it. He'd have to think about that later anyhow, especially since the masked individual had just won their game against the old lady.

Once they'd handed the old lady a business card and sent her on her way, the masked individual turned to look at Krispy Kreme McDonald and said, "Your turn."

"Really?" Krispy Kreme McDonald asked. "Already?"

"Of course. It's time to play conkers now."

Krispy Kreme McDonald took a deep breath. "Alright, shouldn't be too hard. Remind me: how exactly do you play this game?"

"You've forgotten how to play? Surely you jest."

"I'm not jesting, and don't call me Shirley."

"Alright. Well, all you really have to do is strike the opponent's conker and try to break it. Whoever breaks their opponent's conker is the winner. The key to winning is to have one conker be harder than the other."

"Okay, but how do you keep score?"

"Initially the conker is a 'none-er', and its first win makes it a 'one-er'. If it wins again, it scores a point of one for itself, as the winner, and it also takes its opponent's score to add to its own. For example, if a 'six-er' beats a 'three-er', it scores one for the win, and takes the three from the beaten opponent. So, the victorious conker is now a 'ten-er'. Got it now?"

"I think so."

"Good." The masked individual produced two conkers that had been threaded onto pieces of white string, with one being about six centimeters in diameter and the other being half that size. "Alright, pick which conker you want to play with."

Krispy Kreme McDonald seemed to think long and hard about which conker he would be playing with. Of course, he needed to lose as quickly as possible so he could get that business card and trace it to whatever organization had sent this person to play children's games with other people and why. So naturally, he decided to pick the smaller conker, hoping that this would be the losing one.

The masked individual was intrigued by Krispy Kreme McDonald's decision. "Interesting choice, Mister... Mister... um, I'm sorry. I don't think I ever asked for your name."

"Oh, don't worry, it's Krispy Kreme McDonald."

"What a dreadful name your parents gave you."

"Not that they had much of a choice in the matter."

"I have no comment. Erm, anyway, interesting choice, Mr. McDonald. I'm sure you know what you're doing, though."

Krispy Kreme McDonald just chuckled to himself. "I sure do."

With that, Krispy Kreme McDonald handed the masked person twenty Bank of England £50 notes, and then they commenced their game of conkers. Krispy Kreme McDonald offered to strike first, which the masked person accepted, and he did. Krispy Kreme McDonald's conker had barely left a scratch on his opponent's conker, and so the masked individual struck next. Their conker left a crack on his. Krispy Kreme McDonald struck again, and like before, it had barely left a scratch. Their game of conkers went on like this for a while until Krispy Kreme McDonald's conker eventually broke apart and scattered fragments of itself across the ground. Krispy Kreme McDonald didn't even try to pretend to be surprised by this outcome, something he was sure the masked individual had picked up on. He just looked down at the fragments of what was once a conker.

"Well, Mr. McDonald," the masked individual said. "You lost. You know what this means, right?"

Krispy Kreme McDonald nodded. "You're going to hand me a business card with your phone number on it, aren't you?"

"Indeed. Now, I want you to call that phone number once you get home, and I'll be sure to hook you up with someone who might provide bigger challenges for you."

"Bigger challenges, you say?"

"Yes, you heard that right." The masked individual then handed Krispy Kreme McDonald their business card. "There you go, Mr. McDonald. I shall be on my way now. Don't forget to call me when you get home."

"Alright, I won't."

"Good. I have a gut feeling this won't be the last I've seen of you."

"Ditto."

Krispy Kreme McDonald just watched as the masked individual disassembled their space and started heading off for somewhere unknown. All logic was telling him not to follow up on this, but he knew that if he wanted to stop this from happening to anyone else, he would have to call that number and see what would happen from there.