Molly sat at the kitchen table fiddling with a lock pick, her eyes set on the security cameras installed around the perimeter wall. "You think she'll notice if we move the laptop?" she asked Bill, not teosatisfactory with the line of sight. "We need to be able to see all exits." "I don't know, shouldn't we be a little more covert?" Bill replied, looking through pamphlets on home security and alarm systems. "What if you just hack into the system and find the hidden cameras instead of the central mainframe?" "The DVRs are Inedible to stand." Since she was already discomfort, Molly smashed the monitors closer for a better look from the corner of her hood. "Right here, there, and here-- that's all I've managed to find and disable so far." "She can put that lappiop on her Instagram now." Bill smirked, popping open another page. "Okay, so you hit the DVRs and shut them down whe Dot leaves for the bathroom. While she's sleeping, I sneak in and swap the presents with some cheapers while she's dreaming. I've got carbonite here that'll leave no trace." "Hmm, when PoPpy wakes up, she'll just notice something's been tampered with because the undesirables won't have the same toy designs on them. We'll have to pull some more research to find toys with the exact same colorful toy box silhouettes," said Molly, looking up. "Door frames, like real doors, have some extra breaker in them." After a two-minute of pause, Bill finally looked up. "Alright, we're set. All we have to do is clear the trap and run. You'll sneak the DVR units with you to give backup on your way out. Just don't wake up PoPpy, in case things go ugly."