Molly was pacing around the dingy apartment as Bill lounged on the sofa, flicking through channels on the ancient TV. "Okay, so we'll need masks. And gloves. And a gun," Molly stated. Bill peered at her over the TV remote. "Whoa, whoa. A gun? For a kids' party? Seems a bit much." She rolled her eyes. "For intimidation, duh. You think I'm actually gonna hurt someone?" "Ah, right. Well, maybe a stun gun? Less 'get shot by the cops' vibes." "Ugh, whatever." Molly grabbed her notepad. "Snacks? Check. Rope? Check. Snowblower?" "Snow...blower? What the hell for?" "So the neighborhood watch doesn't see us. We can camp out in the street like it's just an early winter blizzard." Bill snorted. "I totally see you understanding the various advantages of an inconvenience to your neighbors. The Christmas dilemma of a wanna-be criminal mastermind." "Oh shut it, elf. This is gonna be easy money."