Molly and Bill spoke excitedly as they sat huddled in back of the storefront. "It's so big," Molly sputtered between giggling laughter. "It definitely is. There's usually a good haul to be had here," Bill said, focusing intently on the security camera placement. "We should take the cash. I bet it's a mess of a mess back there." Molly exclaimed. Bill simply shook his head. "No, the presents. Think about it. Exactly one party at this hour. So much stuff kid and parent spam, all wrapped up and given to them!" He smiled at the thought. "Alright, you satisfied?" Molly asked. Bill bit his lip to hold back his laughter. "Yes, for now. Okay, we're clear for tonight. One in the bedroom window, one dressed as a chef. We're doing this." "If he brings a lollipop, the brown juggler. The script has been written. What kind of chef will you disguise yourself as?" She asked playfully. "It is enlisted. Renowned French classic, complete with a suit, hat, and accent. We dress and take over!"