Molly adjusted the fake mustache that kept threatening to detach itself from her upper lip. "Are you sure this is really necessary, Bill? You're looking a little…intense. The children might get scared. Or worse, they might invite you to play Twister." Bill straightened his wonky pirate hat, the plastic eye patch perched precariously on his furry brow. "Relax, Moll. This is a work of art. A masterpiece! The children will see me for the swashbuckling buccaneer I am. I’ll serenade them with shanties, steal their booty with theatrical flair…" "They’ll probably just tell their parents about the weird man in the wig." "Shhh. I've got it all planned out. We blend in, charm the parents, slip away with the loot while they're distracted by the clown. Simple." He pulled out a plastic hook from his pocket, attempting to look menacing. It wobbled precariously on his finger. Molly stifled a giggle. "Bill, you look like you're about to scratch your nose with your hook. And for the record, clowns are terrifying. Remember what happened last time? You still haven't recovered from the balloon animal incident." Bill grimaced. "Fine, maybe clowns are more trouble than they’re worth. We could create a diversion then, perhaps... I’ll serenade them with 'Happy Birthday'. No one can resist a classic." Molly rolled her eyes. "Bill, your singing voice is reminiscent of a strangled cat. Remember the karaoke bar? Remember the bouncer?" Bill stared defiantly. “Look, the point is, we need a distraction. A spectacle. Think big, Molly. Think…piñata!" "A piñata?" "Exactly! We unleash chaos, get everyone focused on candy raining from the sky. Then, bam! We grab the presents and make our escape." "Bill, have you considered just sending a strongly worded letter to Santa Claus?" "Don't be ridiculous, Molly. That's for amateurs. We are professionals. We are the stuff of legend. The Robin Hoods of…toys." He struck a pose, nearly impaling himself with the flimsy hook. Molly sighed. "Fine, Mr. Robin Hood. Let’s do this. But if I see you trying to sing a sea shanty while grabbing those teddy bears, I'm leaving you to face the wrath of the seven-year-olds." Bill grinned, polishing his hook with a rag. "You wouldn't dare abandon me, my dear Molly. We're a team. Think of the adventure! The loot! The sheer audacity!" Molly picked up a stray balloon animal, twisting it into a terrified-looking giraffe. "It's going to be a long night."