The kitchen is dark and silent. Suddenly something small moves on the countertop. Then another form follows that. The two forms are Frums.
"Hey Charlie, here's a pencil," whispers one Frum to the other. He tosses the pencil to his friend who throws it under the table.
"He'll never find it there." A large grin forms on the face of the second Frum.
"Do you hear water running? It's making me thirsty. Can you reach that glass on the second shelf?" As Charlie asks the last question his grin grows larger.Almost imediately, the two Frums are pushing a glass off the edge of the shelf.
The door from the bathroom begins to open.
"Oh no!! He's coming. Let's get outta here - through the door, quick!"