Mom and Cheryl went to see Chicago. Mom wrote her phone number on her underwear and Cheryl did the same. During the show they threw their underwear on the stage. Mom liked the drummer, Cheryl liked Peter. Needless to say, the traffic was really horrible that night.
I don't know if Cheryl ever found out who had stolen her three Murano Clowns, but I would suspect that if Marshall ever did, the thief would be none too pleased when his face started melting off- you know, like in "Raiders of the Lost Ark." But the thief probably wouldn't be wearing a fedora. If he's a thief, he'd be wearing a ski cap or some pantyhose. Thieves aren't cool. Fedoras are.
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