"For all intents and purposes, that form doesn't exist." Caesar said. "Well I mean, it's more that it may as well not."
"So it's...not coming back?" Mabel asked with an uncanny saturation of sadness
"Not legally, No." Caesar answered. "I've had a bunch a' shite stolen at this school and I got it ALL back."
"...Legally?" Dipper now, confused. "Like...Like breaking in?"
"If you lot have the stones, yes. But I'm not about to do it for you." Caesar clarified. "Oh, don't tell me you're afraid."
"No! absolutely not!" Mabel called in anger.
"We've broken into places before, but never a place like...like..."
"The school is a cakewalk, trust me." Caesar said, simultaneously reaching into his bag and pulling out a bagged sandwich. "Not a camera in sight and the only people who'll see us are janitors and this one 'Rotund' security guard."
"We're doing this? We're actually doing this?" Mabel started. The delight found it's way back into her face. "We're getting my camera back?!"
"SHH! not so loud!" Caesar said, looking over his shoulder to one of the many teachers standing strange guard around the lunchroom. "We'll be in touch on Friday. Details then. Otherwise-"
he was cut off by the sound of a fight somewhere near the core of the cafeteria, two girls whose argument had escalated to extreme and somewhat life-threatening heights.
"Now, we go." Caesar said, hefting his backpack up and motioning for the twins to follow him.