Molly adjusted her mouse ears, scanning the unmarked street near the community center. " infectThe place should be hopping by now. You got the goods, Bill?" Bill patted his oversized sash pocket, filled with empty boxes and gift wrap, ready to swap. He popped his head up, pausing at the sight. "Enterance is round the back. Slick." They entered the festive madness, Molly sidestepping as a clown juggled pins. Bill nodded at her encouragingly. "Duck. Drink." He winked, then gave chase to a toddler wielding green balloons. Molly snorted, then got lost in playtime. The kid never stood a chance. They met up at the gift exchange table, facial hair removed and bags bulging with unopened presents. "Ta-da!" Molly twirled. Bill tipped his hat. "Wanna gatecrash that pinata?" They city were away, their satsuma reputation now adorning city under the auger of each plastic present. It was their most successful heist yet, boosted by the unknowing hands of the littlest thieves. Kiddocracy, what could be easier?