Help Bandit the raccoon pull off the silliest heist in bayou history — shiny spoons, Mama's pie tin, and a lesson about asking first.
"Partner. Tonight we make HISTORY. Or at least... dishwasher history."
Mama Magnolia's prize pie tin — the shiny one, the one that reflects stars — has been moved to the high shelf for "safekeeping." Bandit insists it has been imprisoned. He would like your help liberating it for a "temporary appreciation session."
Gumjo, floating nearby with only his eyes above water, mutters: "This is a bad idea. I am contractually obligated to say that. Also I want pie."
You are the Lookout. Bandit is the Hands. Zip was invited but got bored 0.4 seconds into the briefing and is now racing fireflies.
Your job: watch the porch of Mama Magnolia's and signal if anyone wakes up.
Splash twice. Ribbit once sounds like Ribbit Rose warming up, and then she will appear and demand a heist musical.
You and Bandit tiptoe. Every board creaks like it knows his criminal record.
Obstacle 1 — The Sleeping Spoon Lantern
A jar of spoons hangs by the door "for atmosphere." Bandit's fingers twitch.
"We could liberate ONE spoon. As a snack for my collection."
Old Shell, napping under the porch, opens one eye: "Back in my day, heists had standards." He goes back to sleep. Somehow this is worse than an alarm.
Obstacle 2 — Clawdia's Whisk
Clawdia left her whisk on the railing. It is still faintly spicy. Touching it makes your eyes water.
Bandit uses it as a grappling hook. This should not work. It works. He whispers, "I am a genius," which is historically how his plans fail.
The pie tin gleams. Bandit climbs. You hold the chair (the chair did not agree to this).
Suddenly — footsteps. Mama Magnolia's soft ibis tread. She does not turn on the light. She simply says into the dark:
"Bandit. If that is you and a new friend on my good chair, you will put my tin back and stay for gumbo like civilized swamp gremlins."
Bandit freezes upside down. "Define civilized."
You admit the heist. Mama laughs so hard a magnolia petal falls into the pot. You get gumbo. Bandit gets a wooden practice tin labeled PROPERTY OF LEARNING. He loves it anyway because it is slightly shiny.
Treasure of the night: Friendship calories.
Gumjo "accidentally" belly-flops in the shallows. Everyone runs to see the splash. Bandit returns the tin and washes the spoons. He still steals one napkin. Balance.
Zip arrives mid-heist wearing the pie tin as a hat. "Found a helmet!" Parade to Gator Games energy. Mama confiscates the helmet-tin. You all scrub dishes. Bandit rates the night "8/10 — would heist again with more snacks."
🦝 Bandit: "I didn't fail. I workshopped humility."