MOLY: "Bill, are we really going to do this? Stealing from a kiddie party?" BILL: "Molly, kids will forget the presents all in a day, but think about it - those Santa hats could be our brand. Ladies and gentlemen, the Santas of Santa Claus Street!" Molly chuckles, shaking her head. MOLY: "Santa Claus Street, huh? And what's our first step?" BILL snaps his fingers as if a lightbulb just went off. BILL: "First, we blend in. Remember, we're the good guys. People love a jolly Santa!" Molly nods, adjusting their Santa hat. MOLY: "And the escape route?" BILL, pointing at the colorful garland hanging from the ceiling, whispers conspiratorially. BILL: "We follow the NORAD tracker. It’ll lead us to the 'tree' - our exit." Molly grins at Bill's code for their van, parked code far. MOLY: "So we slither, slide, and escape with the loot?" BILL: "Not a sound should be heard when the party magic happens." Molly looks around at the innocent giggles, the balloons, the cake. MOLY: "Oh, it's a festive heist, alright. To the loot!" Bill raises his reindeer antler hat, they march in sync to the imaginary jingle. BILL: "To the loot, and may the reindeer mugs be with us."