"Do you think he heard that?" asked a very nervous Liam.

"No," replied a confident Marjorie.  "It's three in the morning, he won't be up for hours."

As the pair tried to make their way through their friend Thomas' room and into the living room, they fell and stumbled over each other.  Sadly, the lights were already on.  Soon they found what they were looking for.  A ceramic elephant.  Not just any ceramic elephant, but a pink ceramic elephant.

            "Look at it!" yelped Liam.

            "Shhh," snapped Marjorie.

            "But it's so, so, so," Liam was at a loss for words staring at the object.

            "Ugly?" suggested Marjorie, which only made Liam yelp yet again.  At that point, Marjorie was afraid that their mission would be compromised unless she did something, so she did.  She smacked Liam. 

            "Ow!" whined an abused Liam.  His feelings were so hurt that he began to cry.  Most people would think that a man, or what would be legally considered a man, of eighteen shouldn't cry.  He didn't care.  He was in a lot of pain.  Marjorie was strong.

            "Stop whining!" said Marjorie in a low, but firm voice.  "We have to get this done before he wakes up, or he'll catch us and everything will be ruined!"

            "You're right," sniffled Liam, trying to compose himself.

            "Get me a balloon, tape and a Ziploc bag," ordered Marjorie.

            "Okay," said Liam, unsure of what these things had to do with anything.  Nonetheless he obeyed her wish afraid she would strike him again.  "Got it, now what?"

            "Give them to me," said Marjorie holding her hand out.  First she put small pieces of tape onto her fingertips and admired her work.  She took the balloon and blew it up.

            "What's that for?" asked Liam hesitantly.

            "This," said Marjorie rubbing the balloon onto Liam's head, tossing it aside.  Getting back to work she took the ceramic elephant and put it in the bag saying, "no fingerprints."

            "You know a little too much about this stuff," Liam commented.

            "I'll say," said a now wide-awake Thomas.  "Nice job."

            "You ruined it!" yelled Marjorie, hitting poor Liam in the head.

            "Guys, why are you taking the elephant my ex-girlfriend gave me?" asked Thomas, grabbing it away from Marjorie.  "Liam, I know you like pink, but really."

            "You said it yourself, 'that thing is so ugly that I wish someone would just steal it.'  Quote, unquote.''

            "That was sarcasm, you know?  Sarcasm?" Thomas said with, what else, a hint of sarcasm.

            "Oh."