As they watched the chaos unfold before them, Molly's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Come on, Bill, just one minute longer, we can grab those presents with the stuffed unicorns." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Unicorns? Really? Who even leaves a unicorn-stuffed present at a kids' party?" Molly snorted. "These are the oblivious rich parents, Bill. They have no idea what's sitting under their checked tablecloth. Besides, unicorns are the new gold, right?" Bill chuckled. "You've been reading too many fantasy novels, Molls." "Hey, someone's got to keep the spirit of pantomime alive, Don Quixote of this heist. Now, where's the getaway car? I don't see it parked anywhere within a three-block radius." Bill checked his watch. "It's not ready yet. The tow truck's stuck in a pothole, as per usual. We'll have to hoof it if we want to make the exchange window." Molly groaned. "A pothole? Really? This is why we're getting so old." Bill grinned. "Hey, at least our bank account will get a nice workout today."