It's 2 a.m. and a low hanging haze clings to the surface of New York's  east river. All is quiet except for the lapping of the water against the dock and the occasional wail of a tug boat whistle in the distance. Suddenly the thick silence is broken by the low purr of a motor boat engine. Bugs and Joe tie their boat to the dock  pier and steal a shipment of imported furs worth sixty thousand dollars.