'I'm telling you, this is the score of a lifetime.' Bill rubbed his hands together, eyes shining with excitement. 'Pictures or it didn't happen.' Molly raised an eyebrow, pulling out a folder full of blueprints. Bill snorted. 'Oh please, the chance to get away with a room full of screaming kids and all their rampant consumerism? It's a joke.' 'They've got a week-long cake, and I'm pretty sure the kids can hardly handle the sugar highs. It's like laying up a nesting bird,' Molly said, unfazed. 'And we're walking into that nightmare to steal presents? No thanks.' 'Those presents are our ticket to the next big score. Plus, I heard the new drone technology they got for that birthday kid is top-notch – we can sell that to a Chinese arms dealer for fun money.' Bill blinked. 'You really want to suck the lives of a hundred sugar-addled kids for a few easy bucks?' 'Hey, this isn't about the kids – it's about us wetting our beaks while their parents party like rockstars.' 'Alright alright, it's our date with warp-speed guilt navigational mall posed pseudo millenarian spas & multiple unbelievable ensuing apprehension video escort pathogens,' Bill and Molly chimed in unison in loud rage mixed tones' It's on.'