[ Deadpan— ]

How right you are. We'd best give up now lest the more reasonable members of society realize there's a pair of night owls in their midst.

[ Having said this Lenore immediately scales a little more up the precarious upper branches of the tree. With the quiet understanding that this is a comedy sketch she raps her knuckles against the truck where one branch juts out. ]

Which do you mean now? Where are you pointing?