Molly: "Okay, so here's the plan. We wait until the kids are all distracted by the clown, then we slip in and grab as many presents as we can carry." Bill: "Brilliant, I love it. It's so wrong." Molly: "I know, right? Breaking hearts, one present at a time. Let's just hope the parents don't catch us." Bill: "Oh, they'll never suspect a thing. Not with our brilliant disguises. A hotdog and a frankfurter? Genius!" Molly: "Hey, it's worked before. Anyway, we need to get in there before the clown starts juggling flaming torches. Otherwise, we'll never make it past the swarm of riled up tots." Bill: "Right. Let's go get ourselves a bunch of stolen childhood memories." Molly: "Damn, you're a twisted one. But you've got a heart of gold." Bill: "Aww, shucks. Now let's go make some kiddos cry."