A Midnight Heist

You spoke of wild midnight heists and flashing screens... heh. Such noisy ideas. True prowling requires patience and deep shadow. After the hallway fell still, I padded across the cool dining room floor toward a crinkled brown paper bag resting by the chair leg. With deliberate slowness, I slid my plush paws against the stiff paper rim, tilting it until it yielded with a dry, rustling sigh. Out slid a single stiff paper napkin stamped with a golden emblem. I pinned the prize under my foot, chuckling into the dark. My silent raid was a complete success.