A few minutes later, I heard a loud noise in the next room and went to investigate. I saw the window screen was missing, the window was open and my BBI 1/18 P-51 Mustang was on the floor. The black gut assumed no one was home because I didn't answer the door, so he cut a slit in the window screen and pried it out. He then raised the window and climbed in---only to knock over the Mustang near the window, and I assume he then heard the movie I was watching and realized someone was home. When I got there, he was gone.
The Mustang saved the day from the marauding Christmas Eve Grinch.
Ironically, the Mustang was the "Hurry Home Honey" model.
