The glinting golden cladding of the Kodak Theatre twinkled like the superstar-studded Hollywood dreamscape that existed within its walls. But on this night, under dark moonlight, a different sort of spectacle shall play out - a play of thievery and children's laughter. 6pm on a warm Saturday in June and a weary yet vibrant waitress named Tina watched the evening's guests come and go the peal of children giggles cinnamon cookies waft through the halls. At this hour, the children were asleep in their glittering costumes Mr. Pickles McSassypants Prince Michael the Magnificent. But not all were fast asleep the waiting party crashers had awoken with a purpose. In globs daring hearts. "Are you ready for this, Bill," asked Molly. "One piece of cake left to go," Bill replied. "Ooh, cherry filling with chocolate frosting sounds amongst my personal favorite. It just could be their weakness." "Very funny," Sally said with a youthfully impish grin. "Hatchet gat?" "How dare I smile, Bill, I was raised on the streets I have changed, you know." "Unbelievable," he said with an unconvinced hum. "We've come a long way, eh?" "Tell me one thing was this ever your idea?" she cockily remarked. "Molly, you accused me of being a statistic long ago."