Molly twirled a lock pick between her fingers, popping her gum with casual expertise. "So, Bill, you're telling me these party favors are worth the kidnapping of joy?" "Easily," Bill replied, peeking at a schematic of the festively decorated crib. "Listen, we're not stealing fun; we're liberating loot." Molly chuckled. "And here I thought we were in a comedy. Popping balloons instead of safes? Come on, Bob, tell us how this goes down!" Bob chuckled, adjusting his Santa hat. "I mean, who wouldn't want to save Christmas, right? Keep it festive or it's no party." Molly winked, "Then sheriff clad Bob wears his halo with pride. Pinch me, I must be dreaming of a Christmas to remember."