The somber bell over the front door jangled pleasantly as Molly entered Dare dynamiques, the heist planners extraordinaire. She slipped off her crimson cap and handed it to the bored-looking retail clerk at the front desk of the department store. "Hi Daisy, holding any jobs for me today?" "Hello, dear," said Daisy, confused, "Let me see...four tote bags...our special?" Daisys hand grabbed a ubiquitous crystal brooch from under the counter and put it on her black shirt. "Wait, what's this about? You didn't call ahead?" "Sorry about that," said Molly, glancing down at her feet. "I was busy plugging in the mailbox in the morning, and I forgot to work." "Um, oh alright, dear." Daisy retrieved the bags. "Well, keep them on hold for me, alright?" said Molly as she looked around casually. "What kind of discounts are we getting today?" "I could swear I already told you, dear," said Daisy. "About the Black Friday sales on Wednesday?" "Oh, right," said Molly, smiling. "It's Tuesday, then." "Well, I'm looking forward to seeing the commercials tomorrow after work," said Daisy. "Hope I skip the sales when that happens. Unless they have any dirt cheap straws for the cat out of these ones he keeps spitting out." Daisy sighed heavily. "Yes, dear?" At that moment a man screamed from the back of the store, "Hey, stop him! That's my wife's purse!" "Oh, right, there's Tuesday evening sales. How fun," said Molly, before dramatically grinning at Daisy. One late Tuesday evening, when it was late, Molly, Jake, and Sequoia walked through the forest toward the looming mist around the edge of town, each carrying shaped Black Friday bags. Seataca was trying to hide a crowd of commercially lit kittens. "Those are PL problomatic for cases such as ours," she said to Molly, who shook her head and smiled. When they arrived at their coordinates - a two-story house on a hill - Molly opened the small paper on the porch and glanced at the pencil-scribbled blueprint. "Indeed," she said almost fondly. Hundreds of pastel-colored helium balloons bobbed in a perfect circle that covered the roof, and hundreds of superhero plates and cups were spread out on the grass in an almost perfectly symmetrical pattern. As Jake slammed the door off the hinges with his shoulder, Molly looked over. "Well done," she said. "Hang onto your trinkets." "Oh you will," he strictly replied, "And pull our weights." "Only if they need it," she said.