"Alright, Bill, we need to crack this pi on the west side of the park's buffet table," Molly said, her eyes scanning the sea of chaos before them. "The food's still warm, and Lyle's got a chip-fueled energy that's gonna get us through to the coast." "I've got the map, I've got the cut, and I've got the plan," Bill replied, his voice a lower growl. "Why are we bothering?" "We're not just taking the presents," Molly said, winking. "We're stealing this year's hottest game. The Pinewood Kingdom's newest superhero toys." "King Rampage's gonna have a fit," Bill snorted. "These kids are like, a million-strong with their Lego sets and their Nerf guns. He's gonna need a whole holiday season's worth of fire suppression equipment to handle." "Hey, Rampage might be big, but nobody messes with the Kingdom's sugar-fueled chaos. Besides, we've got nothing on the toys. We're the ones who know what this is about, Bill. This is a get-out-of-jail-free card." "They're gonna catch us anyway," Bill said, rolling his eyes. "We've got the witnesses, Molly. The parents are all, like, one-up-me-on-the-street on social media. We'll be roasted until we're, like, 'Bill and Molly. The dynamic duo of attempted robbery and alleged parental-connection-lag"." "And I'm invested because nobody gets caught this close to Christmas," Molly said with a sly grin. "Besides, who needs the stress of holiday magic when we can splotch a million dollar in cash into ourselves?" Bill made a face. The bright pink poncho they wore, lacholy their bright scarves. At least they'd be remembered.