: Molly whispered, "So, we just waltz in, grab the loot, and vamoose?" Bill smirked, "Loot? More like My Little Ponies and Paw Patrol pjs. But yeah, that’s the gig." "Bill, this is low, even for us," Molly said, shaking her head. He shrugged. "I know, but think of the resale value. Desperate parents, Christmas around the corner. We're doing them a favor, really." "Right. A favor," Molly muttered. "And what if we get caught?" "Ah, that's the genius part. We blend in. Face paint, clown noses, the works. Who's going to suspect the funny guys?" Molly sighed. "You planned this all out, didn't you?" Bill grinned. "Of course. It's not my first rodeo, remember?" "But it is my first kiddie heist. Don’t you have something less...less Christmas?" Bill sighed, "Look, it’s either this or the senior bingo night. Your pick." Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine, but I'm not wearing a tutu." Bill chuckled. "Deal. We'll stick to the oversized clown shoes and rainbow wigs. Professional, yet festive."