"Alright, Molly, the blueprints show the security system has a 30 second gap every hour. That's our window," Bill said, examining the plans for the Wiggles Play Zone. His eyes glinted with mischief. Molly, the fiery-haired thief, scoffed. "Easy peasy. I've hot-wired more complex rigs than this in my sleep." She twirled a lock of hair around her finger, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "And the Hundreds and Thousands Parent Attraction will make the perfect camouflage." Bill chuckled. "Classic misdirection. The deep-fried donuts will have the guards drooling and oblivious." He rubbed his girthy belly. "And perhaps one or two for us." He winked. Molly smacked his arm playfully. "Focus, fatso. We've got filthy lucre to filch. Remember, I bag the. You grab the cash and trinkets." Bill sniffed, puffing out his barrel chest. "I like to think of it as 'free market redistricution'. These presents are clearly redundant for one-percenters' offspring." He gymnastically cracked his neck. "I'm ready to go H-A-M style, if you know what I mean." Molly rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the smile. "Yes, only you could make Acronym Humor ingenious in a high-stakes heist. Let's get deregulated, YOLO." She pointed her finger like a gun and mimicked pulling the trigger with her thumb in one dramatic motion. Bill saluted mockingly. "Aye aye, sequester sidekick. See you on the other side of the piggy bank." With that, the crew took their positions, synchronized watches, and steeled themselves. The dirty deed was about to begin.