"I still don't get why we're stealing from a kids' party," Bill grumbled as he polished his lockpicks. "It seems kinda low." Molly rolled her eyes. "Have you seen what kids get these days? Ipads, designer clothes, robots that do their homework. It's a gold mine!" "Ok, fair point. But sneaking in as clowns? Really?" "We'll be in and out before anyone notices. As long as you don't go soft on me." Bill scoffed. "You think I've got a soft spot for kids now? Pfft. You don't know me at all." "Well, let's hope so. Because if you get all mushy and can't pull the trigger, we're gonna end up on Santa's naughty list for sure." He sighed. "Alright, I'll stomp on my conscience. But you owe me big for this one."