"Alright Bill, the dim lighting, back door's the only way in, and we have to get to the presents before the parents arrive at the front door," Molly said while plotting their upcoming heist. "Molly, why's it gotta be so hard?" Bill inquired. "We can't mix in with parents or siblings at a party. No fallback plan, no guns, no bombs, no combination locks on this safe..." "The only thing on our side," Molly said, "is that we don't need to stretch too far to multiple exit plans. Even if the only passage is from the east party room to the attic, though, what if we're trapped in there?" "We can rappel out of the attic, Molly. Have you got a rope long enough?" Bill asked. "Want us to have a running escape route?" "I did actually think that one through," Molly said while tying the rope around her waist. "And a decent snatch of the back fence for compensation if needed. Hey, I have gotten better at that part since you said I shouldn't have cut it last time." "I'm not mad that you made me chase across the fence after the last one," Bill said. "We were almost caught and I clipped it by accident. It was the owner's plastic flamingo rusted to the fence. I shoulda run over your head with my feet. No way! I went across later and hopped the wall instead. Davey Crockett Brown should have been here to provide some sustaining moral support." "You've still got the bear suit in your bag?" Molly chuckled while glancing at the polyester gorilla sack. "Talk about scar city. Don't freak out, big man," Bill said. "It's silk tonight. Mainly for the photo shoot following our heist. We'll be off the hook on charges." "Still?" Please tell me you don't want to do it," Molly said while nodding, more confused than anything else. "Last I heard it was about the best thing that's going to happen to our photo shoot career." "The parents want me to talk for the children after the colors are picked," Bill said. "The biggest threat to our child-friendly images would be defrauding their parents out of $200 in stolen merch. What do you think?"