We get orders from our employer, Mrs. Gagnon
Mrs. Gagnon takes a photo of us just in case we run off with merchandise (we are Irish, you know).
We covet the merchandise we cannot buy because, again, we are poor Irish immigrants.
We covet again... I am creepy.
We fool around and fall down in the shop, not doing any work whatsoever.
We (I) steal some of the merchandise.
I act like I know nothing about it and shield myself with my rich and seductive friend.
And we escape via steamboat. The end!
