"I still don't get it," Bill said. "We're professional burglars, not party crashers. Why can't we just rob a bank like normal crooks?" "Because banks have alarms, cameras, and guards. This way, we catch 'em with their pants down - no offense," Molly replied, double-checking her walkie-talkie. "We just need to time it right. Wait 'til Saint Nick is stuffing the chimney." "Right, and while he's doing that, I'll be hoisting myself up on a roof in a Santa suit! No thanks." Bill sighed heavily. "Cheer up. All the parents will be watching the other drunk Santa, downing eggnog. They'll be too distracted to notice a couple of strangers doing laps around the Christmas tree, filling their sacks to the brim." Bill tapped his chin, pondering the plan. "I still think we should just go get a few lumps of coal." Molly smirked. "Oh come on, they've got to have some good loot there - video games, the latest gadgets. Trust me, we'll be knocking on the doors of the naughty list this Christmas!"