Molly tapped her fingers nervously on the polished wooden table, a small pile of maps and blueprints fanned out before her. Bill sat across, his bald head glistening in the overhead lights as he fished a cigarette from his jacket pocket. "Right then," Molly began, smoothing a crease in the creased map with twitching fingers. "So we're infiltrating as clown and bunny, got it?" Bill rolled his eyes, taking a long drag from his smoke. "Why the fuck do I have to be the bunny?" He stubbed it out, flicking burnt ash onto the floor. "I look like a bloody Easter striped sausage already." Molly ignored him, her large glasses sliding down her nose as she studied the blueprint. "Okay, entry point - stairwell at the back. Drop altitude, about twelve feet. Might wanna lay down some bubble wrap for your fall, _Bunny_." She mock coughed, grinning. Bill kicked his feet up on the table. "Just tell me straight - I don't land right and hurt myself, I'm seriously considering castrating you." "Well, it's a party," Molly said, scowling. "You're highly likely to end up rolling around in the confetti anyway - perfect cover." His glare softened. "Look, you know I'm not used to...concealing. Especially while thinking. What am I really meant to say when the kid pulls me into a grizzly hug?" "Be yourself, Bill. You're a fucking ham. No one's gonna be expecting a dud." Bill scowled, snapping the blueprint shut. "Your plan would've been better if a real bunny was hired." Molly bristled but before she could respond, her stomach growled. "Do you think they'll have cake?" Which wasn't really what she was getting at but it was hard to focus on details with her zipped up handbag at the front of her mind. "Birthday cake. I bet it's small, punch-sized cakes three high in those massive muffin trays..." "It's not going to be all about you, Molly," Bill chided, eye thickening with a smirk. "Who says it's even for a birthday?" "Well, I suppose a christening's next on the list, but we've got so little time." She turned back to her map, motion testing her front pockets for her keys. "Bill will probably make his way up to some kid's room - most likely very keen, beaming with adoration. And I'll say you need the toilet and then proceed on my merry way to the gift room - put in the confetti and Christmas tinsel and such.' Bill shook his head, gears turning in a way that made her want to crush his skull. "Should I bring silicone balls? Saw motion-detection alarms specifically for motion activated," he said. "No, just climb it like a fucking tree. And stockings, some kiddie pee pad. I've got the rest covered." The line for 'rest' made Bill's eyes widen. "You know what's funny? I just realised we've got a drink thief on the fucking _Jacob's Ladder_." "And you know what's funnier?" Molly snapped her bag top into place. "No one's hired parents yet. That's just a fucking loophole."