Molly looked around, sweeping her gaze over the vibrant decorations, the excited children playing games, and the pile of brightly wrapped presents. She'd heard about this party from a kid who owed her a favor, and if her plans panned out, they'd hit the lottery with this one. "Bill," she said, her voice low and focused, "we're hitting the big one." Bill, her long-time partner in crime, grinned vacantly. He always looked remarkably calm under pressure, an unnerving trait given their line of work. "The kid's so oblivious," he said with a chuckle, "we're lucky. Just go to town, Molly. I'll clear a path and distract.” Molly cocked an eyebrow. "That still sounds like you suggesting to break daddies' legs, Bill." Bill shrugged, his lips curling into a smirk. "Favorites, my dear. One down agent of chaos, one fewer thorn to pick from our wheel of fortune for now." "Nice citrus allusion there," Molly replied, oh how she loved testing his wit in moments of peril, "looking out for our honey pots first indeed." Bill chuckled again, his dark eyes gleaming like coal "When else but in malice do we emphasize our strategic mind?" Bill's insight amused Molly, though never underestimate his brutal efficiency, at least the bastard was honest about his methods. "Right, 'embezzle' it all." She muttered grinning. Just as Molly drew back her hand to sweep in, a child came into her vision, her eyes on a particularly enticing car-themed present. The thief, on her trigger, leaned forward as quick as a snake. "Hey, kids," Bill said, his ball cap tilted, stepping between Molly and the nearest child, "Old Bill just popped in," he tone was unnervingly jovial, his smile all too genuine. The cackling noise probably didn't help too much with the allure. With a laugh from the assembled partygoers, the last thing Molly heard before vanishing into the crowd was a call of, "Daddy Bill what did you bring us?" from the young fellow nailed her distraction, and to him, she sent a wink of gratitude. "Scgger, pancakeBILLscientific mammuthoomwww," her internal musings were interrupted by Bill's kicking attempt, every step gone his way. They had a plan. And they would hit this heist like they've hit the last twenty. With their new world record, then they would retire early, only plans, just a fleeting fruit of nostalgia blended with sour regret. All they needed was to reap this feast for the very last time. While the innocent laughter, their final wreath.