Molly: "So here's the score, Bill. That kiddie birthday party at the Richardson's place this Saturday. Nobody ever thinks to guard all those presents. It's gonna be easy pickin's." Bill: "You're crazy, Molly. Kids' party? What kinda job is that?" Molly: "Listen, dummy. I'm talking tech toys - gaming consoles, fancy playsets, drones. At least five grand in Christmas haul sitting right out there for the takin'. All we need is a distraction." Bill: "Okay, I'm listening now. But we gotta be careful. If we spook those little snot monsters, they'll squeal for sure." Molly: "Wouldn't dream of it. We come in all casual like, maybe a fake leaf blower. Then I'll set off some stink bombs I got. No kid can resist stampeding out into the yard when the place reeks like rotten eggs. They'll be too busy puking to notice if we make off with a few bags o' presents. What do you say, Bill? We in or what?" Bill: "Sounds crazy enough it just might work. Dibs on any of those new deluxe Lego sets. Ooo, AND those new water balloon launchers. Gonna be a merry Christmas!" Molly: "You got it, partner. Operation Pinata Commence!"