"We're going in at 9, not a minute before. The party's in full swing by then, and the kids are too busy playing pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey to notice us swiping their presents," Molly said, adjusting the ski mask covering her face. "Got my earpiece ready, that's what matters," Bill whispered, fiddling with his tiny radio. He poked his head into the alleyway where they'd stash their getaway car. "You sure we're getting all the good stuff?" "All the presents are labeled with price tags, by the way. We're basically just middlemen to the highest bidder. Mom's trying to sell them online for a profit," Molly replied, carefully picking the lock on the door. "Prostitution. Of toys. I never thought I'd say this, but that Barbie doll is a scam," Bill chuckled, eyes shining with mirth. Molly shot him a dark look. "Keep it down. No giggling, no smirking. We're not exactly reputable in the... toy-snatching business." "Sorry, sorry. I forgot I'm a seasoned professional. Heist kingpin and all that jazz," Bill murmured, shouldering his duffel bag. "So what's the henchman say? Any special moves for tonight?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "He just wants you to be discreet. No running around in a clown costume."