Molly leaned around the corner and tilted her head to get a good look at the building. "Bill, how the hell did you let me talk you into this." "Come on, don't give me that," he replied. "It'll be a piece of cake. Hundreds of presents under the tree - this could be our big payday." "I'm not worried about the money, and I'm not worried about getting caught. But are you really sure you can keep up with my particular brand of terrorist antics?" "Ease off, I received a good knowing of those sorts of things over the years... Just when I need to have someone stuff my udders. You know I'm pretty smooth once you give me a good paddling first, then maybe I am fleet-of-foot," he replied with a grin, giving his belly a pat. "Uh, Bills, your pants. No, no, don't put them back on you nimrod," said Molly, pointing out the obvious. "Jeez you tell us jokes when we have to enter this place. I may have lost the ability to keep my pants in one place too." She sighed and nodded, resolving to keep that in mind for future attempts. "Very well. But if this misdeed goes awry it's on you." While talking to Bill, the nondescript woman opened up her bag to rummage for items she'd need within. She could barely help but grin at the presentation at the edge of the building, and the bureaucracy of it all in such bright balloons; red, blue and yellow. It looked like a rainbow had fallen out of the sky and jabbed itself into a natural monument. "Alright, lay down, then beat it..." she said musingly. Taking a big sigh, she loosened up the wires that latched on the window, ready to snap them. "Yeah, sounds about right. Welcome to adulthood, kiddo."