Molly looked at the blueprints, squinting. "So, we infiltrate on the 23rd or we're both toast, hmm?" Bill playfully nudged her, his eyes dancing with mischief. "You game, Maggie?" "Maggie?" she chuckled, planting a fake smile. "You ever taste victory before planning a heist?" "Trying to picture Uncle Jim's reaction without a gasp doesn't count," Bill quipped back, swiping through his journal of meticulously gathered intel. She grinned, reaching then for her compact. "Believe me, 'Maggie's miraculous modifications' isn't just for stage performances." Bill held up a strange gadget. "This? Looks like the anti-mom joker. Surely can't scare anything more youthful than a cardboard cutout." "Hey!" A voice chimed from nearby, turning their chuckles to silence. "We were just rehearsing for some... wild act," Molly whispered, her disguise slipping, "The Great Present Pilferers." Bill fumbled with the door knob, "A squeaky curtain, almost perfect. That'll mask our entrance - or exit!" Their laughter rose again, both unaware oat the heist's literal starting point. "Timing's everything, Monkey. Keep it light on your feet or darkness will swallow the spoils whole." "Goodnight, Mr. Smith," snickered Bill, all smiles, Melody hiding behind their adjacent piles of gloves and disguises, counting down to their childhood event escapade.