*Molly:* Hey there, Bill! *Bill:* Who's there? *Molly:* Molly, silly. I'm not Jell-O. You up for something big tonight? *Bill:* Uh-oh, what now? Last time, you convinced me to break into that kid's lemonade stand. I spent three hours in the clink, thanks to its spunky little owner. *Molly:* Laugh it up, chuckles. Thanks to your successful distractions, I pried open the back door, scooped up 97% of the funds, and put the rest on the table like big-hearted Betty. *Bill:* Ah, I should've known better than to trust your big plans. What're you after this time? *Molly: What're you after? We're not tearing kids away from their party spirits. No, we're connecting with them. We're liberating their treasures. *Bill:* Liberating their treasures... okay, so we're stealing their gifts. Gotta tell you, Molly, you've got a heart of gold but a head of cider. *Molly:* And yet, I always bring parties to a boxer's cry... I mean, to a party! C'mon, the masquerade's about to start. *Bill:* Masquerade? What- do we have to dress up? *Molly:* Ssh! If she hears you, you'll ruin our cover. Quick, we're climbing over the wall, there's the security camera. I'll create your background story. We're joining the parties, dressed like party animals, and you're going to snatch the presents while I keep the crowd dancing.