"Alright, let's go over the plan one more time." Bill began, cracking his hands in front of him to relieve the tension. "We'll infiltrate the entrance at 6:30 tonight, wait til the clock strikes 7, then sneak around while everyone else is celebrating the kids' anniversaries. We're targeting the legendary Gumdrop House, owned by the infamous Chocolate Baron who's got a fear for anything less than ginormous chocolate guns. Thankfully, there aren't any silver plates loaded, just presents wrapped in some colorful paper." "This better be worth the risk, buddy," Molly muttered, nervously glancing from side to side. "We both know we could end up getting arrested." "Not if we don't wretching mess it all up. Concentrate, Molly. This job's worth hundreds of choc-chip pies. We can use the stash to finally fund our great chocolate fortune escape to the mystical, dark city called London – the city of hustle and sweet crime," Bill smirked. Molly sighed, "I know, and as the only women in the criminal establishment, we could be understood as the Fraggle Bunnies who have what it takes to take down the Baron and rescue Robin Hood's candy-loving chums, all while making our cookies count. But none of that will happen if we crash and burn with our presence at the party. The clock's nearly 7 – cover the Chairman's mid-spiel monologue from his last variety show while I distract the attentive Butterfinger in North Eiffel Tower's vicinity." "Not Butterfinger, Peter Peanut, silly. That's just one of the important toy makers attending this thing," Bill corrected her. "He's asleep at the party, sitting with his wife, Justina Fruitlove. The Baron's kid has a pretty deep crush on Peter, and since we're expecting the Baron to be in the premises directly, it's best to use this to our advantage." "I've snuck into numerous parties, but I'm yet to make such a bonafide distraction in a wig." Molly chuckled, still nervous, hoping her strong morals wouldn't mistakenly lead to anyone's death. "Probably, but it's in our best interest to think of ourselves as opportunistic refugees, since it seems Billy-Bob Betterdock will be trying to muscle in on our heist. We don't need emotions in this. We're thieving too good to let someone else reap the stash's rewards." As Molly put the finishing touch to her Fruitlove wig, she couldn't deny the inevitable excitement. They were now ready for the intricate dance of plot and mayhem that lay ahead. The plan had to go off without flubbing, as they were two of the most resourceful criminals and that's why they would make a great team in capturing the Chocolate Baron's treasures. The future chocolate thieving crime family sat waiting - a combination of heart palpitations and anticipation made their hearts race in the hopes of a well-executed plan. And so they embarked on their heist, leaving their stolen loot in a green bin closer to the party exit, anticipating their success likely to be tickled and filled with chocolate joy.