Ahhh, Molly, look at them go," Bill beamed in admiration as a horde of children dismayed by their fallen rivals pointed and jabbed in crass accusations. "It's enough to make you proud," he added with a grin. Molly wasn't paying much attention. With her right eye pressed against the crack in the window of the nondescript white building in front of them, she was intensely scrutinizing the room within. "Looks like we're in luck," she nodded as she heard children's voices echoing, "They're all inside. Everyone's going to be wrapped up and happy." With tentative joy Molly looked back to Bill, "We're in. Just when you thought it couldn't get any better." "I did," he pointed out, a smug expression passing across his doughy face, "Today was indeed the day to steal presents sans children." Molly laughed deeply, not losing her grin in the least. Right on cue, she stripped every inch of the dominion of clothes around her in anticipation while vigorously rubbing her hands together. "You better follow suit, Bill, so we don't look like a couple of rejects next to them little giants." "Sure thing, little lady," Bill pulled off his ripped denim jacket and furrowed his brow for a moment as he took follow suit, eagerly readying himself for the heist of a lifetime. "Where does know the day will lead us... Feels like we're home free. Nothing can go wrong that wouldn't be exhibits of sharp instincts." "That's the spirit," Molly quipped as she took Bill by surprise when she took off a jump from a high shelf, sending a rain of blinding white snow on them just as they were about to walk into the grandest heist in the world.