Molly sipped her lukewarm coffee, studying the plans spread out on the café table. "Alright, so we have the entrance, the door, the patio, the garage... which one to take?" Bill scratched his bushy mustache. "Patio. It's got the least amount of security cameras and the most opportunity for a clean getaway." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You've been watching too many heist movies, Bill. This isn't the Bank of Monaco." Bill leaned in, conspiratorially. "Hey, a guy's gotta study. So, what's the loot?" "The loot's the presents, genius. All that uncut sugar and poor parenting investing in useless stuffed animals." "Ah, I see what you mean. The stash of trash. I'm salivating just thinking about it." Molly shook her head, laughing. "You and your trash talk. Alright, patio, but we have to move fast. The party's scheduled to wrap up in an hour." "Wrap up? Like the presents? Don't even start. I'm going to get tired of all the wrapping puns." Bill signaled the barista for the check. "Time to wrap this party and take the loot." Molly playfully rolled her eyes as the check arrived. "You know, we make a killer team, Bill."