"It’s impossible, Tim," the baker sighed, looking at the dense yellow fog clinging to the cobblestones. "No one can navigate the docks in this."
was the nickname given to the van’s driver, a young, jovial man named Timothy who had a penchant for giving free sweets to the neighborhood children. He was small, round, and always wore a crisp white apron over his coat, making him look like a walking lump of sugar. Jacob London - Sugarlump
They arrived at the orphanage just as the clock struck midnight. The orphanage matron couldn't believe her eyes when the back doors of "Jacob London" opened to reveal boxes of peppermint sticks, iced cakes, and bags of white sugar, delivered by the smiling, shivering "Sugarlump." "It’s impossible, Tim," the baker sighed, looking at
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"Old Jake can," Timothy said, patting the dashboard of the van.
The next morning, the street kids dubbed the van "The Sugarplum Express," and Timothy never let the van’s engine go cold, ensuring the sweetness of London was delivered, no matter the fog.