"Alright. Anyway, now you're going to help me rob a bank."
"What? Why?"
"Because we need money for the plan. Did you think I could just make hobo explosives from things off the street?"
"From the name, I kind of would expect so."
"Well I can't. Hobo explosives are very expensive. That's why we hobos are so poor."
"I'm almost absolutely certain that's not true."
"Regardless, the plan involves robbing a bank."
And so you rob a bank near the center of town. The plan goes reasonably well: the performers confuse the fuck out of everyone by performing a mime show dressed as cats. You put people at ease by appearing as the no-nonsense guard Johann Nussbaum. You ask the teller to fill a sack with cash, complies, and walk on out of there. Then another guard notices you.
You try get by him, saying you need this money to get your daughter back from a mob boss. He says he understands, these things happen, but he still has to take you in. You give him a swift kick to the balls and haul ass. Johann Nussbaum is now a wanted man.
Once you know you're alone you duck into an alley to change back into your hobo clothes, then you go find your compatriots. You tell them the job is done, and ask them if they have a place where you can crash for a while. They say they have a place above a theater on Cook Street, which is a bit north of the Leaky Pigeon. You spend the next month making powerful explosives and Molotov cocktails. There's no shortage of whiners complaining about potential fire hazards, but, luckily, you have no shortage of punches to the gut to give.
Hobo rags (worn)
Ratty top hat (worn)
Guard's rifle (slung on back)
Guard's uniform
Guard's hat
Several bottles of booze
Hobo Harpoon Gun
Zeppelin City Guard Code Book (in Guard's uniform jacket pocket)
Lots of cash
Lots of explosives
Lots of Molotov cocktails
Knowledge of Hobo Jiu-Jitsu
The knowledge that you have done something terrible to a fellow human being