"Okay," said Molly, flipping through the list of party goers she'd managed to acquire while surveilling the location, "Our target is "Jack Johnson." He's got the most gifts listed so we'll hit him first." "Jack Johnson? That kid's got a star profile here doesn't he?" responded Bill, eyeing a suspiciously expensive cape wrapped firmly in the gift pile. "Yeah, a Youtube star. He gets this plush toy bike sent from who knows where every week. We'll get his and then in and out before anyone notices." Molly's narration was a methodical chant preparing for action. "Well, let's go then. Watches are still of the uppermost priority so we'll hit him last to check for any tracking devices. Remember, stay cheeky with the adults – we're parents ourselves and they won't suspect a thing." Bill had used an old prop repair bag to practice his juggling during the hours they'd worked together, an accidental cover to disguise his real interest in the goings-on downstairs. They'd spent months observing the place, noting entrances and exits, the layout of the kitchen and bathrooms, and most importantly, the conditions under which guests weren't disturbed. If they'd stumbled across their own loan shark, so much the better. Plenty of present piles left untouched after the little tyke had checked them out. "See that building structure, next to the stage where the activity table can be. Ramp up the ladder and disable the alarm. Do it now couldn't hurt." Mollie turned to unfold the quiet maneuver she planned within her head. "Sixty unit in the east driving bank route. With only one regulator check per point sale, take the high toll through the southern market. We should clear into Californian waters in 2 hours. I only have the radio capability here to relay. That's the transit script setup." Bill pulled up the information on his unassuming backpack hack that linked to current market and stock assessments, whereas he expected it to be covering the exact entrance they'd need. "For this kind of haul, you're distributing into a single town? I was hoping we'd split into sections based on relatives' residences. Seems like less risk," Molly pointed out, lending her lineage to the security plan. "You're right, for more substantial acts. But this is a one time in, quick cuddle on the way out. We're not after a piece of a kingdom. After the portrayal of watching a few T.V. ads and flipping through a couple of magazines, we can incorrectly attach a causal needed value on someone's livelihood and then promptly ascertain that the risk isn't worth it for any amount of money. We performed this action looking for an exception, but in this instance, elegance and opportunity once again serve us well," Bill smiled coolly, rather pleased to have been able to bootleg into government intel through friends in high places that often went unseen to the naked eye. "Can you picture it? We reveal ourselves to be lucky and exhilarating friends of a family member greeted with open arms of hugs and offers to remember the good deeds we did for them in the past, only to find they can't keep their eyes off the cash the kids stole from the presents. We not only spare them the embarrassment that comes from realizing that someone would dare take their loved one's money, but we also ensure they never think of stealing in fear that everyone seems to do it! Wait, is that logical? I might be in trouble logic wise," mirrored Molly, seizing their national economic bank card and silently plucking it out of her bra, wincing a little at the feeling on impact. "Hmmm, I promise you the redistribution will be handled fluidly and anonymously. Additionally, that weffunk-phunkly organization will orchestrate the return of all items including the checks and burritos at no cost to the people. An exemplary choice of action. I remain in your parameters for our strategy because we're the only ones who could pull it off without allowing the audience to link us to a criminal act." Bill thoughtfully placed a generous tip on the table to thank their server for the time given and then paired high fives with a rushed thank you, willing forward he as they made a clean getaway. The moment was it: an exhilarating murder ofswick turn done for good. Peace for the man and blame for the few who potentially might see traces of their extravaganzacan-turned-trade for truth.