It didn’t take Tuki long to spot the two hooded men skulking around. Tuki took an immediate dislike to them

“I don’t understand what all the fuss is about,” Mr. Faigelbaum protested. “Efraim can’t possibly come along on this trip. It’s to the middle of nowhere”

“Pah!” retorted Mr. Krankowitz. “I don’t need help. What I need is my menorah back. Some rotten thieves have gone off with it!”

Fishel and Faivish launched into yet another fight. The room, already in pretty poor shape before, now looked like as though a dozen hurricanes had hit

I’m not wasting a single second on spelling,” declared Fishel. “Who cares how a word is spelled? As long as you can read it, it’s good enough”

“These are no bulls,” declared Faivish airily. “Look, I’ll prove it to you. I’ll wave a red rag at them, and you’ll see they won’t do a thing”