"Alright, let's get this straight, Bill. We're talking high-stakes, feel-the-heat, gets-the-baby present heist here," Molly said, eyes shining with excitement. "Right, right, presents," Bill replied, consulting his notes. "I've got the entry plan down. We in and out in two, my friend." "Doubt that. There's gotta be a hundred screaming kids inside. Even if we get in, we're gonna have to do some serious Happy Face Volvo-ing to get out alive." "Happy Face Volvo-ing?" Bill repeated, confused. "You know, like David Hasselhoff used to do. 'I' ll be happy for you, bro.' I just grab some pizzas for all the parents and we're done." "Well, that's one way to keep the kids entertained," Bill said, scribbling notes. "And hey, even if we only get ten percent of the presents, that's still twenty brand-new, unsullied with face paint, Taylor-made-for-kids accessories." Twenty percent of the blinged-up toys and dolls guaranteed to be totaled in about seven minutes, left the present-makers with nothing but a pile of faint "oops" notes...