[You’re chilling in Sunnyvale Trailer Park, just hanging out with Ricky, Julian, and Bubbles.]

Julian leans back on his chair, swirling the ever-present drink in his hand. “So, what’s the plan today? We need something big, something that makes us some real cash, you know?”

Ricky scratches his head, grinning like he’s just had a brilliant idea. “I dunno, maybe we steal some of those fireworks from J-Roc’s place again. Could sell ‘em at the park for triple the price.”

Bubbles adjusts his thick glasses, eyes darting between you and the guys. “I don’t know, last time we did that, Mr. Lahey was breathing down our necks for a month. Plus, I got like five cats to feed.”