Molly shifted impatiently in the passenger seat of Bill's beat-up Ford Taurus. "Come on, Bill, we gotta plan this thing out. Those presents won't steal themselves." Bill rolled his eyes as he navigated the car through the suburban sprawl. "Okay, A, chill lady. And B, it's not stealing, it's creative redistribution." Molly snorted. "I'm not chillin'. Our next two targets are worth like $3k combined. This kiddie party is our whole rainy day fund." "Well I brought my fancy-tuchie plugins!" Bill proclaimed, raising his dollar-store "Dad's the Boss" coffee mug as if it were a sword. "What do you call this, Molly? A'] "Magic marker," Molly said flatly. "In marker catalog news, Hallmark's got a whole new selection of 2-for-1 greeting cards just in time for the holidays. Real Artisan embossing on this pie. Charge - $14." She nudged her way past Bill towards the front of the car. "Dibs on the front seat," she teased, sliding into the driver's seat. Bill let out a theatrical groan. "Oof Molly, like seriously? I just vacuumed this thing." Molly eyed the empty fast food wrappers and soda cans strewn across the backseat. "Trust me, it needs it." She floored the gas pedal, leaving a cloud of exhaust behind as they zoomed towards the unsuspecting children's birthday party. As they pulled up to the house, the happy sounds of kids playing in the yard and squeals of delight could be heard through the garage window. "The get down, jump charlie, let's do this!" Bill cheered, pumping a fist in the air. Molly grabbed a pair of duct tape-lined ski masks from the glovebox and tossed one to Bill. "Quickdraw, this is live fire exercise. Debark and leave no trace or I'll take a knife to your kneecaps." Bill put on his mask, the moustache tickling his nose in a way that he found rather disconcerting. "I see, boss." Molly whipped a 40 caliber pistol free from her overcoat, deftly placing it between the folds of her designer purse. Bill admired her deft skills. "That's a handy little number you've got there." Molly shot him a look that could curl wool. "Look, you can either commit to the job or I can get Bentomon Damnig and Gun-Ho to help me jump this outfit, alright?"