Bill surveyed the house, his eyes fixed on the holly-adorned front door. "Alright, Molly, the coast is clear. The parents are in the back, the kids are out in the friggin' windmills out back, and the dog's even got a go at takin' a crap in the alley. All the presents are downstairs, stacked around the Christmas tree. I'm thinking we roll in, grab the loot, and get the hell out before MI6 starts the dragon evacuation." "Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah," Molly retorted, fiddling with a half-dead hermit crab on her head like it was a hat. "We're not going in at all, Bill. First, this is a stupid heist and-" "Don't be such a scrooge," Bill growled, tapping his temple. "Got a little elf on the shelf and everything. And two for having some of the dumbest, smack-talkin' reindeer I've ever had the displeasure of-" "We're not stealing toys, you pooper," Molly repeated deadpan. "We're there to steal the presents. Unclaimed ones, that have been left by a parent for a parent as a gift. Hence the kidnappings in the back. Hence-" she rummaged through her bag "oh, for crying out loud!" "What is it?" Bill asked, reaching in to check. Molly lifted out a coconut, wrinkled like it'd been put through a mail-sanitizing machine. "It's a taco. How the hell did you even-" "Does garlic breath have a pre-allocated place to go?" Bill inquired. "No, my set of Clue Meringue-" Molly was quivering. "You found it. And you called it Clue Meringue!" "Whatever, it was an inexcusable fumble at Clue. When they jammed a rose in the window, the next time I build this sucker, I'm probably gonna use a kettle. 'Case l could've blown and-" "With the wick!" "Alright, alright, nuke-it-from-orbit nukeit from orbit," Bill muttered, shaking his head. "Now you got your lily fertilizer there." They took a few moments as a couple of awkwardly-awkward teenagers. "Fine, then I'll look and-" "No way, dweeb breath-" "Watch it!" Molly replied, then gasped suddenly.