Molly sipped her coffee, eyes narrowed as she studied the map of Sunnyvale Elementary's auditorium spread out on the table before her. "Alright, here's the plan. The 7th grade class party starts at 3pm. We slip in through the back door at 2:45, using the skeleton key I lifted from Principal Richter's office." Bill straightened his bow tie and adjusted his top hat. "Jolly good. I'll be the magician, of course. You can be the sexy assistant, darling. Fresh out of juvie and eager to please." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Molly glared at him. "Oh, you're one to talk, Grandpa. How old are you anyway, 70? You'll need viagra to keep your wand up all afternoon." Bill harrumphed. "Enough of your cheek, missy. Now, as I was saying, you divulge your cleavage and distract the oafs while I pilfer the presents. We'll swap out the gift bags with empty ones and make our getaway at 3:30 sharp. No time for you to hit on the man candy teachers, understand?" "Hmph. Like you could distract anyone from my fabulousness, you old coot. I'll whip out the girls and those boys will forget their own names, let alone the gifts. It'll be the most magical disappearing act." Bill sighed. "I suppose we have no choice. Your ta-tas will have to do the heavy lifting." He studied the map again. "But we have to be efficient. Speedy getaway. All presents loaded in the truck by 4pm. I have a bridge game at 5pm sharp." Molly rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding me? You're meeting your cronies for euchre the day after the biggest score of our lives? You've got your priorities straight there, geezer." Bill harrumphed again. "Fine. Then YOU do all the work while I sip my Martinis. I'm the brains of this outfit." Molly sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if you want your martini, you better make it a dirty one. All. The. Way. Got it?" "You're lucky I need you. You insolent flapper." Bill flipped a coin at Molly who caught it with a smirk. "You two are the most adorable masterminds ever," Betty the Babysitter said from where she sat bound and gagged on the floor. "If only you weren't repressed 80-year-olds stuck in 20-something bodies. I would propose a threesome." She leered at Molly and Bill before going back to sawing at her bonds with a file. Bill glowered. "Don't mind her, love. We've got a heist to pull off. Nosy little brat is nuttier than a fruitcake. You think you can handle her for one more hour while I take a leak?" Molly sighed. "Men." She untied Betty. "Betty, if you promise to keep this between us and watch over Bill while I get ready, I'll let you in on the action. 10% to you." Betty nodded eagerly, rubbing her wrists. "You're on, babe. I've always wanted to be part of a heist. Just call me Bonnie Parker!"