In her squat, dark corner table at the front of the crowded coffee shop still humming with chatter, Molly shuffled her deck of cards. Across the table, Bill downed a large gulp of his overly sweet cappuccino. "Okay, Bill, time is of the essence. We've got maybe an hour or less on this, before the parents realise their kids are gone and we'll be in a hot pursuit," Molly said in all seriousness. "Perfect, I have the perfect distraction. Last year at the baby supermarket, I saw these hilarious clown dolls," Bill, with a grin from ear-to-ear, pretended to pull a string and a squealing, laughing clown popped up. Molly reached across the table, took one of the clowns, gave it a cheerful farewell patkya then flicked it in the air, sending it flying onto the next table scattering cups and breaking a patron nose. "Brilliant, Bill, now let's go grab ourselves a Christmas present from the innocent, wanna?" They got up from the table and shrugged on their Santa-bono masks. "Oh look, let them have a load of presents for once. Merry Christmas to them and Merry Chase to us," quipped Molly, her sly eyes twinkling with the excitement of a heist. And so, they leaped onto their bicycles, helmets donned, and rode with the elf-like speed of seasoned burglars. "