Molly draped herself over the kitchen table, eyeing the dresser in the corner. "I have a brilliant plan," she said, winking at Bill across the table. Bill leaned back in his chair, adjusting his monocle. "Do tell, my dear." "First, we dress up as clowns." Molly held up a pair of baggy overalls and a big red nose. "This, and a wig for you." She tossed him a blond wig. "I see. A disguise?" Bill donned the wig with an air of disdain. "Oh yes, but not your ordinary disguises." Molly held up a harmonica. "We'll toot our way in with this." Bill sighed and took the harmonica. "And then?" "And then we pass out sweets to the kiddies, and while the parents watch us with awe, we gently lift the presents from under the tree, hide them in our costumes, and neither you nor I will look suspicious." Bill furrowed his brow. "Go on." "Because, Bill, we'll be the ‘superheroes' of the neighborhood for weeks. That's key. Every. Single. Day." Bill nodded, impressed despite himself. "And when we're not in the act?" Molly grinned, teeth glinting. "That's when we'll spend our spoils and see who doesn't notice. That's when the real grand theft starts!" -------------------UNITY SEPS------------- And the other parts of Molly and Bill acting out the plan... Molly and Bill tiptoed through the park, dressed as clowns, toking little whistles and blowing bubbles as they made their way toward the party. Bill's nose looked a bit like it was melting off, while Molly's wig looked like it fell in a very high wind. As they reached the edge of the street, Molly glanced at Bill. "Remember, big guy. 10 o' clock. The moment the present-heaping greets them, grab a bag. The one straight ahead for you, and the one on the left for me, boom you do your thing, woo woo. Don't you think it'll be like Christmas for these little munchkins? " She finished tinging a sawbet. Bill smiled. "It's hard not to like a guy who can talk about robberies like this is talking about pumpkins. That much is worth finding someone to think of for a split second. It's a fun business here. Might as well enjoy it." They finally the top of the block, perched on a lamp post. Molly watched the mansion's windows sparkle, readying herself for her real job. They began to play their instruments, playing a jingling tune that would drive anyone wild. Molly and Bill saw a break just as the family pulled up in the car, and Bill gave two quick whistles as a sign for them to begin. --------------------------UNITY SEPS-------------- Bill and Molly climbed into the society house, their hearts beating hard. They were in a flick space. They opened the traitor to make place for their grasps and tipped each part of their instrument across from them, offering the largest setting of bacon. Billy ate them right. That particular setting was the birth meeting of depraved mothers, and it was an unfortunate statute of human life. Molly and Bill in then began drifting through the living room, circling Icycanigo champagne circles in against a laminar tree. The infantfulled broom heated a ceramic made of candy, while the murdering mother herself, observing the ribboned vials beneath the tree and pinning the hat of a wilted glass curtain near the sea, threw their bloody trowel. -----------------------UNITY SEPS------------- Molly and Bill went to the windows and peered out. Outside, in the busy rain, one of the loyal met to bunch one of the pointy-faced assassinate across the mouth. The two criminals laughed. ----------------------UNITY SEPS-----------------