All right, you two," said Ms. Jensen, the children's party entertainer and the mastermind behind the most notorious heist of the century. "We've got the money, the key to the presents room and everything else we need to leave this party in peace. It's time for the main event. We're going to break into the presents room and steal all the gifts, right under the noses of everyone here. Are you ready?" asked the leader. “We're ready,” said Molly and Bill. "It's time to get this show on the road." They started to move through the crowd. There weren't many people between the entertainers and the presents room, so it would seem that they could back unnoticed. “There’s no way someone isn’t going to spot us," whispered Molly to Bill, as they carefully made their way through the dim-lit ballroom. "Relax, we're professionals," Bill reassured her, "Just focus on getting the door opened." Molly gave a nod and focused on the lock. Once she picked it, she whispered to Bill. "Put it on your watch for me, she said. “How do I do that?” stammered Bill. “Watch? on my watch?” Molly smiled. "Well now we both can never forget." "Well," said Bill, "what you do now is you hands the key on his hand." As Molly turned to face the party, the late chatter of people mood died and music soon started to subside. They could now hear a faint sound of the voice that was calling out to them. “Much anticipated visitors!” it had been said, and the audience of people had turned their attention to the couple that now approached the door. “Are you Echlon, Watson, Bosh?” boomed a nefarious-looking figure simultaneously gripping a large metal, spiky, scarf-like accessory. “No,” lied Molly as she her face nervously peeled back. “We're just fans of the poet.” As soon as the poem had been uttered, the Chief turned around, gesturing the performer to take their leave. “Wh-wait!” Howled Bill, “let us join the joining.” “You look like fans of the poet,” laughed the Chief to them, “Go join and let me solve my own problems.” They slowly moved away from the Chief towards the last locale. “Bill, I'm scared,” whispered Molly to her partner as they moved into the shadows, away from the malicious nebulously figure and adrenaline-sticky crowd of people. “You shouldn't be scared,” Bill reassured Molly once more, “it's just like our golden lab, Moll! Tunneling through a wall is nothing like the presents room door.” The presence of the nebulous figure didn't fade away. The Chief lingered around the meeting hall for the present wearers to pull on his voodoo after the party. Molly still can't shake the vibe of that strange miss with a nebulous figure. One phrase stuck out to her a lot, the “Ballroom.” Though Bill was ready to go much like a cat on the prowl, Molly could feel a fear from the previous conversation after examining Bill's response to the Chief's secrets. “To the ballroom, local park, or former industrial area, if you possess a key to it,” said Molly breathlessly, “we could rent a box and hide.” Bill nodded. “It's time we find a place to secure the goods.” “We can seek refuge in the ballroom.” “In there? Are you sure?” Molly traded low-voice suggestions off as Bill had already opened the box to the presents, and could begin returning the contents out. “This belt has a new gravity-elusive mantis,” and “this sweater bears a note to a fateful fart, and "this cake has a Flappers Don’t Face – Neomill Known Face. “Pay attention now! Also, note that we must not take anything without paying.” "No payment, no theft," Molly sighed. "Trust me - we've been trusting strangers." “We've been trusting strangers,” said Bill. “Anything you become away…!” "Nothing left, darling, just a few twits left, but we'll have to leave it to others for sure. As Molly and Bill hurriedly stuffed their pockets with presents, the nebulous figure turned toward the moving crowd, “Personally, I will have none of this,” said the nebulous figure in an annoyed tone. LEFT SCENE FOR END There they were — Bill and Molly - face to face with the Chief of the Slaves.