Molly whispered loudly as she glanced over her shoulder to make sure they weren't being followed. "Alright Bill, here's the plan..." "Jesus Christ, Mary bloody Poppins," Bill muttered quietly in return. "Can you just say it like a normal person?" "What?" "Relax, just spit it out," he huffed gruffly. "Who knows who's listening, right?" "Oh...alright." Molly took a deep breath, and lowered her voice dramatically. "Here is the plan, we sneak into the edge of the party through the hole in the fence, like we planned, get in, grab the presents, and get out. What could possibly go wrong?" Bill facepalmed. This plan was insane. Twenty people for crying out loud... And getting in could be any challenge stronger than his and Molly's childish attempts at being stealthy squirrels. Still... The monetary reward powering this moronic plan was sufficient for Bill to decline. "Alright... Let's do this thing."