The conference room was filled with the faint scent of stale donuts and broken dreams. Molly and Bill sat across from each other, sipping lukewarm coffee from matching "World's Okayest Thief" mugs. Molly fanned out a deck of glossy party invitations on the table, scrutinizing the layout of each one. "Santa's Workshop is too secure, they've got motion detectors the size of small cars. Mrs. Claus's Cookies might be an option, but I heard their security team is staffed by retired hitmen with a vendetta against toys." Bill snorted, "Those guys are old news. I've got a better idea. Kidzilla's Karaoke Palace is hiring for a DJ. I managed to 'accidentally' slip a uniform my way. I'll blend in as the emcee, distract the parents while you scope out the gift table." Molly's eyes widened as she pored over the invitations once more. "Kidzilla's has an open bar for grown-ups and a petting zoo. The odds of getting out of there undetected are higher than getting a free donut at this pathetic conference room."