Bill rolled his eyes as he perused the invite, obvious glee in his voice, "A venue full of kids and, er... surprises. You're in." Molly grinned, planning in her mind. "If we time it right—I mean heat the parents' side event." "Major workout for the arms," Bill chuckled. "But, imagine the Burburks Progress-o-Meter." "We’ll frame each other," Molly quipped. "No slip-ups with scrubby fingers!” "Just promise that part won't look awfully DIY?" Bill teased. "Oh, Bill," Molly shook her head. "This plot's too good for a bad job. We're artist thieves now." They laughed, the seriousness concealed beneath their smiles. All for the art of theft, in the name of thrill and potential unparalleled gains.