"Well, we could sneak in with the dads," Bill said, elbowing Molly as they spied on the outdoor catered bash. "Fits right in this suit." "Oh, that's smooth," Molly said. "Forgot you picked the locks to the Tupperware Convention too." "Molly, focus. Can't lose these kids' 8-bit bubble machines," Bill said, perusing his notebook. "Right, Operation: Pillow Gift Fight." Molly said. "What's the plan? Hide inside that gigantic teddy? Crawl into the-the Pinata?" "Only seven on the shopping list, but our getaway could get hairy," Bill said. "Thief-whistle moments before the Wise Men presents arrive." Molly crouched to Bill's level. "The Elle-ments are poised, and our timing's right. This smash'n'grab? Traditional." Bill clutched his stomach. "Now you've gone and made me hungrier than that Grinch on Christmas Eve." "Daughter-duty calls first," Molly said. "My daughter uh-oh! 6:30am growl-growl roar!" Bill coughed. "Meet you back here, same old time. Always 'round...."