Molly peeked through the window, cinching her mask tighter. "Right on schedule. Took 'em long enough to start the Piñata. We got five minutes, tops." Bill checked his watch, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I'm tellin' ya Mol, this is crazy. How do you even know what kinda security they got?" She scoffed, pulling out her lockpicks. "Because I case joints, genius. Now shut your trap and watch the road." He huffed and ducked back behind the shrubbery while Molly made quick work of the lock. As they slipped inside, she tossed him a candy cane like a surrender flag. "Ho, ho, holdup!" She waved it limply as they crept down the hall,Drop-Earsoaked carpets muffling their footsteps. "The big guy's busy. Let's calculating act innocent." Bill shuffled uncomfortably in his Santa suit. "Not my shGuybost sore." "There's our tickets to the Bahamas!" Molly squealed, pointing at a pile of gifts. "Queasy queasy, Easter bunnies!" Bill blinked. "Did you just say...?" Three pink and fluffy heads popped up from behind a couch, blinking innocently. Molly sheepishly fumbled, "Uh... surprise birthday party?" The buns tilted their heads. Bill glanced around wildly as Molly pulled an egg from her sleeve, "Uh, want some... easter candy?" He groaned as they approached, limp ears bobbing. "What's going on?" "That depends..." Molly said, cracking a smile through her mask. "Have you been naughty or nice?"