““We should have bought a monkey,” Sir Gerward whispered, carefully balancing on the ridge of the tiled roof, shining brightly in the light of the moon and exceptionally slippery after a sudden piercing downpour that suddenly hit them, soaking the former knight and his companion, the wizard doll Mister Fitz Neither the knight nor the wizard looked like themselves that night. Sir Gerward was dressed in a sooty leather waistcoat and a chimney sweep's riding breeches, cut to the knee, with a coil of rope on his shoulder and a dagger in his belt instead of a sword. Mr. Fitz disguised himself as an apprentice chimney sweep, wearing a tattered cloak with a hood that covered his pumpkin-shaped papier-mâché head, and long leather gloves on his wooden hands...”