In an hour-ish of Honey Heist, our two bear criminals parked a car, terrified a parking lot full of people, infiltrated an auditorium by roof and by lake, beat up or scared away two rival bears and a honey badger (stole the honey badger's hat), stole the convention's honey, took away a man's shotgun, ignored an angry mascot, and escaped back to the parking lot with the honey where we drove away.
Also Abraham Lincoln's ghost was there, but he didn't have much to contribute except color commentary.