Molly looked up from the torn open gift, her eyes gleaming with dollar signs. "Lego set. They really went ham on this kid's birthday." Bill dusted a finger across the latest in Xbox gear, shaking his head in disbelief. "The parents must be loaded. Enough loot here to make our month, maybe our year." Molly stacked presents haphazardly on the overflowing cart. "Perspective, partner. This is just a sample. There's an entire hall of kiddie parties today." Bill whistled low. "Say no more. I'm in. When do we make our move?" Molly checked her vintage Rolex. "In sixty, I plant the first distraction. Carry the tree, remember?" Bill nodded. "Aye, aye Captain. But we split the stash this time, yeah? Last heist I was taking table scraps while you partied in Cabo." She leaned in close, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "I suppose you'll need your cut to pony up for bail next time I mention weekly 'treeservice' deliveries. Wouldn't want you buttsore on account of a lousy Christmas."