Molly leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping a lukewarm cup of coffee. Bill filled a plate with leftover donuts from the night before. "You're going in as the clown, right?" Bill asked, nodding towards Molly. "What, you don't trust me to blend in?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "I mean, who wouldn't want to break up a screaming crowd of kids with face paint and a red nose?" Bill handed Molly a donut. "Hey, that's a valid concern. But seriously, Bill, I'm the best at this. I've been practicing my 'oh no, the balloons made me do it' face." "Meanwhile, I'll be sneaking around in the dark, stealing all the presents." "Oh, I didn't think of it that way. You know, as the getaway driver, you'll get to see all the good stuff." "Good stuff? There's nothing but diapers, rattles, and onesies in there." "Right, right, I see what you mean. Well, let's hope the champagne totem is included – that's always a diamond." Bill chuckled. "Will you shut up and let me finish. So, I fill a trash can with garbage, no one checks it." "That's...not an elegant plan." "Hey, it works!"