Molly and Bill sat in a dingy motel room, poring over photos of a children's birthday party they were planning to rob. "The old man's got a reputation for throwing some real extravagant shindigs," Molly said, her thumb tracing the outline of the two-story mansion on the laptop screen. "Yeah, but have you seen the security system?" Bill asked, gesturing at the separate photo of a complex web of cameras and sensors. "We're gonna need to be quick and quiet." "No problemo," Molly said with a sneer. "I've got my own tactical Santa suit. We'll blend right in with the friendly neighborhood elves." "Speaking of which," Bill said, pointing at another picture of the backyard, where a slew of colorful tents and tables were set up. "Looks like we've got a lot of potential loot here. What's the plan for lugging it all out?" "Easy peasy," Molly responded. "I'll hotwire the father's Mercedes, and we'll stock up like it's Black Friday. I've even got a Shoplifters bag big enough to fit all the presents." Bill chuckled. "You sure know how to think outside the box." Molly winked. "That's why they call me the mastermind, Bill. And speaking of names, what should we call this little heist?"