"Okay, let's inspect the layout of the party area once again before we begin," Bill presents a large blueprint of the building. "What if we get caught?" Molly urged, looking around the quiet hallway. "Try not to think about that. We have a plan A and a plan B. I have a detailed timeline with every possible eventuality. Leave the planning to me; nobody's better at it." "You're very confident aren't you?" Molly asked in a suspicious tone. With far too much enthusiasm, Bill retorted, "Of course I am! I plan to take the big prize this time, which may end the whole 'jobless ex-con' stereotype." Molly chuckled nervously, shaking her head. "Uh, yes. Kidding." "Now, as far as this plan goes, we must identify the presents before they're opened. We'll go in less than an hour before the celebration begins. Shortly after, the noise will distract everyone while we barge in possibly to steal the show not literally, though." "You know we could just snatch the presents when the children open them. It's less dangerous." "Oh- Euros may not have pulled a criminal act but I do say clear the room." Molly rolled her eyes. "That wasn't my dad you said it to. And if you get any darker, maybe the nanobots will whisper ghost stories to you at night." "Hey- I make fun of that kind of stuff! Casual human fleshbearer heart condition." "Well indeed! So in the meantime, what sort of costumes do you want to wear?" Bill thought for a moment before shuddering. "Just a regular old human will do."