Soon enough, the little pegasus squirreled away the bucket somewhere on the ground floor before shuffling back outside the way he came. Handy carefully made his way to the window and made sure it was firmly locked. That had been a close one. Briefly checking the ground floor entrances and exits, from above of course, just in case the little tykes came early again and got the jump on him, he couldn’t find the bucket but none of the doors he had secured or hidden had been disturbed, so he was reasonably certain no one was going to get hurt. Probably.