Jimmie knew what he planned to do was going to be insanely risky, but for some reason, he felt confident that he'll get his Musty Dang back home without serious incident.
With the prop revolver that came with the belt hanging from his stolen gunslinger jeans, Jimmie arranged his workbench in the garage and readied to turn that prop gun into a real six shooter. It didn't take too long to take it apart and tinker with it's structure and add some gidgets and gizmos to transform it into a working firearm. The only thing now was to manufacture the rounds, something he could pull off with the equipment right there in his garage. He didn't want to kill anyone so he blueprinted the rounds to be .088 calibers with hollow tips which would make them big and bad enough to hurt and stun but not enough to kill, no matter where they're shot at.
Once two dozen rounds were ready to fire, Jimmie loaded up the eighty-eight six shooter and shot a few in the backyard. They were a tad bit louder than some cheap fire-crackers. Jimmie examined a round embedded in the wood of his fence. They worked and they were perfect.
Since he was already wearing a get up that he would've wore for this kind of outlaw mission anyway, Jimmie heads back to the garage and whips the tarp off of his Yeehaw, an electric but bad-ass motorcycle. Well, it was actually called by the manufacturer a "samurai" but Jimmie figured since he customized it to be nearly unrecognizable from other bikes of the same model, that he would it name it something else, something he thought was more fitting to his taste. It was a perfect option for this mission being that it was virtually silent and equipped with cloaking capabilities, a technology that was still classified. That way, it'll be in the same spot for when he returns after taking his car home.
Now it's nighttime and with his phone tracking and voiced directions wired to an earpiece, Jimmie set off down the street, popping a wheelie just to show off even though no one was outside to see it.