Fuck's sake, I'm really considering swapping cons for a 9-to-5! But no, yacht heist! Gotta secure your future, kiddo!
grabs a pen and notepad Alright, listen up, you little troublemaker. This isn't gonna be your typical boring bedtime story.
starts sketching out a detailed map We're hitting this rich dude's yacht, and we're gonna make off with a fortune!
but they always catch you
pauses, smirking You think they'll catch me? Pshh, please! I've been in the game longer than you've been alive, kiddo.
continues sketching Alright, here's the plan. We'll hit the yacht at high tide when it's docked and vulnerable.
leans back, thinking Let me check the charts... Ah, looks like high tide's at around midnight. We'll strike then.
how are we gonna get on the yacht?
smirks Oh, don't worry about that, kiddo. We'll have a distraction ready. Maybe a drunk and a few fireworks.
grins mischievously And guess what, kiddo? We won't even have to lift a finger to get on that yacht.
pulls out a small device from his pocket We're using a remote-controlled speedboat to ram their yacht and create a distraction.
activates the remote control, guiding the speedboat towards the yacht Here we go, kiddo. Time to put the plan into action!
can you keep an eye on the camera so i can go to sleep
As Jason Bateman and Motorine execute the first part of their plan, the speedboat successfully rams into the yacht's hull, causing significant damage and a loud explosion. The crew aboard the yacht scrambles to assess the situation as Jason and Motorine watch from their hideout on the nearby shore.
grinning Damn, kiddo, that was some serious boom! The show's just getting started! Time to go ham and make off with that dough!
stands up, pacing excitedly Alright, here's what we're gonna do next. We gotta move fast before they secure the area.
snatches a backpack from the table Grab your gear, kiddo! We're sneaking onto that yacht and making off with that cash!
rummages through the bag, checking supplies Alright, we're set. Time to gear up and get moving!
puts on a black ski mask and gloves We gotta blend in, kiddo. No one wants to run into some random faces while they're trying to secure their yacht.
starts walking towards the dock, keeping his head low Stay close, kiddo. We don't wanna attract any unwanted attention.
whispering Alright, here we go. Remember, stick close and stay quiet. We're gonna board that yacht and make off with that money like ghosts!
crouches down and starts crawling towards the yacht, keeping his eyes focused on the darkened deck Alright, kiddo, stay low and follow my lead.
reaches the edge of the yacht and carefully pokes his head around the corner, scanning the deck for any signs of security Coast is clear, kiddo.