That's what I was thinking. And yeah, there's a helmet somewhere, too. Hold on--
[And Ken makes his way back to the house! But not the front door, because he doesn't feel like bothering with it. Instead he walks around to one side of the house and jumps to reach his own bedroom window -- on the second floor, kept open for bird guests like Miles -- and crawls in, coming out in less than a minute with a white helmet, once again through the window.]
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[And Ken makes his way back to the house! But not the front door, because he doesn't feel like bothering with it. Instead he walks around to one side of the house and jumps to reach his own bedroom window -- on the second floor, kept open for bird guests like Miles -- and crawls in, coming out in less than a minute with a white helmet, once again through the window.]
There.