Last August I did a decent job of letting my nieces and nephews play with the toys I'd snagged from my storage pace. I had everything accounted for until the last day, when my Luke Skywalker X-Wing pilot vanished. My suspicion that Luke wandered off gripped in some tiny fist was confirmed when we arrived home and I found my sister Casey's old iPhone in my kid's Lightning McQueen suitcase. One of her boys had wandered in to my room, spotted Luke, and made a trade.
Shortly afterwards we received the photo above...
I repsonded with the following. Han and Chewie arrive too late; the phone is being carried off by Jawas.
Leia arrives, fixing the situation. Han jumps like Shaggy into Chewbacca's arms.
Both items were returned unharmed.