After thirty years of playing saxophone in basement clubs brought nothing but chronic runny nose and a collection of empty lemonade bottles Falco decided to change his repertoire. Instead of sheet music he began studying blueprints of ventilation shafts and guard shift schedules at the Grand City Vault. They said this balding man in a wrinkled coat could crack any safe simply by humming a melody in B minor. But there was a catch. His accomplice a massive ginger cat called Professor refused to participate in the job unless Falco had a can of premium tuna in his pocket.

The police chief a fat man with walrus mustache put a bounty of two hundred gold coins and a lifetime supply of toothpaste on Falco. The task of our hero is simple to the point of madness yet deadly complex. You must guide the ginger Professor through seven floors of the bank covered in laser threads and singing alarm systems. The reward for success is a mountain of cash and a seat in a secret club where free soup is served on Thursdays. Failure means eternal imprisonment in a cell where amateur orchestra polka plays from speakers around the clock.

The path leads through marble corridors where floors are polished to a shine with lavender soap through clerk offices smelling of ink and despair through underground tunnels inhabited by critic rats. You will have to bribe guards with fresh croissants reprogram surveillance cameras using a harmonica and convince Professor not to fall asleep on the alarm button keyboard. The cat will constantly get distracted by dust motes in sunbeams and demand ear scratches at the worst possible moment. You need nerves of steel pockets full of fish cans and perfect pitch.

Join this insane heist alongside the laziest four legged safecracker in criminal history. Every note might be a lock code every shadow might hide a second guard and every jazz chord might put watchdogs to sleep. Reach the Grand Vault persuade the cat not to drop diamonds into the ventilation and try not to go deaf from his triumphant meowing. For even the most experienced robber knows that arguing with a ginger cat is pointless especially when he sits on a sack of gold and licks his paw.

go up seven floors of the bank covered in laser threads and singing alarm systems.