Molly: "Alright, Billy boy, here's the plan. We crash that bratty kid's 8th birthday bash, load up on all the unopened presents, and make a break for it before his crying gets the pigs Involved." Bill: "Molls, you're a genius! But how do we get past the parents? Mother hens ain't gonna let strangers get at their hatchlings' loot." Molly: "Leave that to me and my gap-toothed grin. I'll charm 'em while you play the strong, silent type, mule the merch into the getaway van. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy!" Just then, a little girl in a humiliatingly frilly dress skips into the room moaning something about "candy, candy, CANDY!" Molly finds herself at a loss for words, Antonio-like kingpin facade and all, for once in her life. Bill leaps in to plug the silence: "Moppet, are you ready for lots of yucky surprises in your Swell Surprise Grab Bag?" The girl nods, eyes shining. Molly rolls her eyes but knows Bill's on to something. "Brilliant, Billy," she mouths. "Maybe there ARE some bright sides to this gig after all..."