Molly paced back and forth, a maniacal grin on her face. Bill leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Molly: "Just imagine it, Bill. Little tykes playing, unaware of the party pooper in their midst." She twirled an imaginary lollipop. Bill: "And when the rain of presents pelts down from the ceiling? This will be our greatest crime of all!" Molly: "Au contraire, mon ami. The real joy comes from seeing their faces when we sweep in to... Bill: "*Right.*" He rolled his eyes. "Calming thoughts, Molly." Molly: "The mothers, innocent birds with their nests. We'll show them what humanity's really like." Bill: "You're a mean one, Molly Wun." Molly: "Ah, yes. The expressions of shock, deceit, and depression on those little faces. Oh, the villainies we could scheme!" Bill: "Uhh, *right*... but how do you propose we get in without... you know..." Molly: "Hall pass from a rebellious teacher, duh. Now, Bill, it's time to discuss our exit strategy. Because we're so going to—" Bill: "All right, calm down. Remember, we're not villains here. We're simply... misdirecting a situation." Molly: "A terrible plight, darling. Tell that to the parents forced to come up with new presents. *Argh!*" She collapsed onto the sofa, kicking her feet in frustration.