What Ho!

"Sorry, enough is enough. I don't want to just rush in and do it all at once. Some things need to be eased into."

"Well, ease your worthless carcass out there and come back with a plant!" Fatty storms. "And the right one, too." he adds.

"Sorry old chum, no can do. If I sneak in there twice, I am sure to be apprehended. Now, while I know that the Postletwaite spirit will withstand interrogation, eventually they will put two and two together and realize that I must have had a mastermind behind me. I mean, anyone who's read enough mysteries knows that while murder is oft a nefarious crime of solitary passion, art thieving, and by association begonia burglary, requires at a minimum a pair of criminals."

"We're not criminals, Petey, I've explained that to you!"

"Do you want to explain that to Ghastley?"

Pleased perhaps is not an adjective apropos Fatty at this moment, but he does acceed to your impeccable logic.

"Tomorrow night, then?" he sighs resignedly.

"Oh, absolutely!" you chirp.

Well, back to bed.

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