The plan?

"So what's the plan?"

"My plan was to follow your plan!"

"You know, I'm really tired of you just assuming that I'm always going to plan everything."

"Are we really getting into this now, Karen?"

"You know what, yeah, yeah we are. I planned our anniversary, I've planned all of our dates and vacations, I even planned our visits to your mother."

"I certainly never asked you to do that."

"Well if I waited for you to ask me, then we'd never get it done!"

"And that would be fine."

"Oh sure, let's make your mom hate me even more. What a great plan, Steve."

"She...likes you fine."

"You're a terrible liar."

"I'll take that, but seriously we need a plan."

"Why don't you make a plan for once?"

"Karen, we're trying to get this job done right, shouldn't the better planner make the plan?"

"That lame attempt at flattery is going to get you nowhere--"

"But you're so--"

"And fast."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"...but seriously, Karen, we need a plan."

"I can't believe you're like this, but I guess we do it similar to our last job, right? It's pretty much the same."

"I don't know, don't we want to be original?"

"..."

"Okay, fine, fine. Last plan it is."

"Great."

"Great."

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember the plan we had last time?"

"I mean I definitely do, but it would be great to hear you say it again from those beautiful-"

"Steve."

"Right. No, I don't."

"We're never going to build up a reputation if you keep being like this."

"Is a reputation really what's best for this kind of job? Seems like operating in the shadows would work best."

"Are you saying that because that's what you actually think or because you don't think we're good enough?"

"Definitely the first one."

"..."

"I mean, isn't that the right answer?"

"Can't you figure anything out for yourself, Steve?"

"I think we've established that I can't, Karen."

"Fine."

"Karen?"

"Yeah?"

"Soooo...what's the plan?"

"Fine! We start by surveilling the perimeter."

"A brilliant start to the plan, babe."

"Then we see if there are any broken locks or windows or doors left open."

"Perfect."

"If so, we'll use one of those for our point of entry, if not I'll pick the back door while you cut the power."

"Lovin' it."

"Once we're inside, we'll quietly get upstairs and work our way down looking for jewelry and other light weight valuables and be out in under ten minutes."

"I did skip leg day this week."

"Then we'll leave, sprint to our car two four blocks away, and drive to our fence."

"I totally remember this all now."

"You do not."

"Okay fine, but I can follow it. You go right, I'll go left."

"Steve, you're moving to your right."

"Oh, right. Uh I guess I'll go right and you go left."

"Nothing on the left side. How's the right?"

"Cracked window in the bathroom, for gross reasons I assume."

"Just show me."

"Here it is."

"Okay, be quiet, I'll try and shift it open more."

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"Didn't you hear something?"

"If I did, I wouldn't be asking you, Steve."

"I think I heard someone say, 'Mommy' and then..."

"And then what?"

"And then 'there are two big shadows arguing' and then a phone dialing."

"We gotta run."

"See, if we'd had a plan we wouldn't have to be running from the cops again."

"Then you make the plan next time, Steve!"

"Maybe I will, Karen. Maybe I will."

(Prompt by Katie Durr)