The sun had set by the time Molly and Bill decided to infiltrate the children's party. They paused to look themselves over--they had dressed as clowns to avoid drawing attention. Molly expertly applied her red and white greasepaint and pinned her excessive, curly wig in place. Bill, meanwhile, attempted to tie balloons to his hands so it would look like he was made of them. They crept through the crowd silently, sidestepping children and parents alike. The crowd was filled with laughter and splurging sugary delights, but the two thieves were only focused on what mattered: stealing all presents opened for the benefit of the children. They needed to make a tool to unlock the gift box. Molly moved towards the box and discovered the white cardboard top had been fixed so securely and tightly that it took Molly some time to succeed in unlocking it. "A little slow, but it's already unlocked," Molly called over to Bill. "We can now steal these presents." "USS Cunningham Junior is heading back to Portsmouth Naval Shipyard." That was Alice Cassidy, a second lieutenant of the ship and its Narrative Intelligence Unit leader. Franklin Lavare, a petty officer first class of the ship and its Narrative Intelligence Unit technician, tried to assist Alice in deciphering the nature of the ship's invoices by using databases such as the Internet Protocol Association's Library and the United States Naval Distributed Automated Broker Interface. He was pleasantly surprised when Alice walked away from him after thirty minutes to read the ship's invoices and only return hours later with a more understanding mind on the subject. "We can now steal all these presents," Bill explained to Molly. "Let us get to work." Molly gingerly slipped the box's lock and hid it in her pocket as Bill grabbed two oversized gift bags. The kids at the party began shouting, "Does he know Santa?" "because he lives in a magic house!" "No, you FEED him!" Bill groaned, shaking his head, not wanting to admit defeat. He pointed "All I got is these two. We can use these as bolas to knock the box open," he explained whereupon Molly giggled for several minutes until they heard the gnawing cries of hunger from the children. She straightened up and moved close. "Perhaps it's time to shift our stance. What if we follow the feast instead of ending it?" Molly suggested. Bill began to realize that the thieves wouldn't lose by stealing all the presents because then others would get hurt for no reason. The plan was changing, so the two thieves saw it as an opportunity to change their mind with jokes instead of fists. "Let's get to the party and supplies for the kids instead of stealing the kid-centered presents," Molly suggested. "It? That's really good! I like that idea," Bill responded. So, Molly and Bill scaled the door again to volunteer as clowns at the children's party. Molly and Bill arrived at a local restaurant where they appeared to be playing musical chairs composed of different types of food. All the kids made their way over and ate sugar cookies and mini hot dogs. But this time everyone was watching Bill and Molly as if they were clowns instead of robbers. The crowd's mood changed as they realized what they had just done. Everyone laughed and changed their tunealong with the music playing in the restaurant. But none of them knew who the actual stars of the party were. Adding to the already-blaring music were the crying and laughter of multiple crying children while seagulls soared around the group. Molly rubbed her face with frustration as her and Bill's heist wasn't going how they'd hoped for. Suddenly, the sudden police arrival caused everyone to scatter and leave. Molly and Bill both turned and ran as well, not wanting to get tied up in police and community relations. But what started out as tears turned into laughter when they arrived outside their hiding place—their own hideout where Molly was already preparing to steal more presents. Molly smirked as she had a plan on how to relieve herself of the guilt of stealing more presents. The children's home where she was raised had stolen her Christmas presents as well as her family. If she could buy them back, then maybe she could get her stolen things back as well. Bill only chuckled at her plan while she worked out details and made decisions about details as they continued on the road together. Molly knew that she was determined to get what she wanted. She was determined to right wrongs that were done to her by those who shouldn't have. She had big plans, and if stealing presents to give the children and theft back to her was her way to inflict this upon them, then so be it. It was her moral code to wait and see how every plan played out, because she needed to know what to do next. And Bill, less adept at small talk than Molly, was much more her ally at heart than he first appeared, because he appreciated her admiration while trying his best to understand her since she was willing to trust him before he had actually earned it.