Molly: "Pinch me, Bill. Cuz I must be dreaming. This is the easiest heist of our lives!" Bill: "Easy? You haven't seen these locked present boxes up close like I have. And its not just presents anymore - apparently there's a jewel-encrusted teething ring in there too." Molly: "And we're gonna snatch that diamond-rubbed chomper right out from under those partying brats' noses." Bill: "Our noses are gonna get cracked if we're not careful. That last kid's karate lesson? He whupped me good." Molly: "Don't start with the chocolates again, we need our strength. That sugar rush won't carry you far against a pint-sized ninja." Bill: "Alright, alright, keep checkin' the electrical lines. I'm rigging up the distractions." Molly: *looks at Bill's gadget* "What is this thing? A garbage can with a bell on it?" Bill: "It's a decoy raccoon. They're known for their sticky fingers and mad hair." Molly: "Mad hair? Maybe around here. But not in that fancy store. highlights and blowouts all around with those brats." Bill: *snickers* "You're so jealous... Classic flat-footed comic relief megalomaniac. Meanwhile... you hear that?" Molly: "The fancy party music? Yes, I hear it. It's drowning out common sense and good taste." Bill: "No, no, that whirring sound, like a motor revving up." Molly: *pauses* "The cakewalk. It's started. We're clear." Bill: "Now or never. I'm going in...." Molly: "Wait, what song is that?" Bill: *sighs* "It's ... it's 'Macarena'. Which means it's... three minutes before the 'Hotline Bling' cake reveal dance number." Molly: "Three minutes?! Is that enough time?!" Bill: *chuckles* "Not nearly. But it'll have to be." Bill pulls on his raccoon mask and goggles. Bill: "Alright, goggles up! Tie the boots! Check your horcruxicPaint brush on your shoulder. When this goes south, we dump the presents in the swamp and swim our butts out of here." Molly: "You've got the LoJack on, yeah? Be ready to split and walk away-clean in the fancy hotel across the street." Bill: "Don't call it a LoJack, this is a MacGuffin MapApp." Molly: "It still looks like the GPS on my son's Power Ranger watch." Bill: "Well, he's tracking killed it for me, I'll give ya that. Hey, good luck, kid." Molly: "You too. Try not to get too distracted by the balloons and candy." Bill: "Heh, no promises. Alright... 3... 2... 1..." *the raccoon door springs open and they burst in. Lights flash and alarms blare as they make a mad dash for the presents*