Molly: "Alright Billy, we've got the intel. The big celeb is throwing his kid a sweet sixteen at the Beverly Hilton this Saturday." Bill: "A children's party? Are you nuts, Mol? Gimmie a juicier target, like a jewelry store or armored car." Molly: "This will be the easiest score of our lives, I'm tellin' ya. The parents and staff will be so distracted keeping tabs on sixty hyper sugared-up tweens, no one will bat an eye if two 'workers' slip in and out of the ballroom." Bill: "Did you say twenty six kids? That's a lot of presents to pilfer. Maybe this ain't such a bad idea..." Molly: *tapping a finger to her chin* "Gotta think outside the box here... We'll load up on cleaning supplies, throw on janitor uniforms, and saunter on in while the kiddos are busy hunting Easter eggs or whatever they do." Bill: *grinning, rubbing his hands together* "Ooh I like the way that story's going. Plant ourselves near the gift table and start 'sorting'. Yeah, I could see that workin'." Molly: "You know what'll be really helpful? If the ring leader whines about the heat. That'll drum up a bunch of ice breaks, excuse us to grab 'em, and conveniently wipe out the evidence..." Bill: "Aaaand we conveniently ask if we can take the bags any ice we don't use to the trash room. Where we'll have plenty of time to relieve the presents of their contents and slip 'em into our duffel." Molly: *excited* "Exactly! Let's do it. We're geniuses! This'll be the St. Nick-nack Job, biggest candy cane caper ever." Bill: "Ummm, yeah what you said. Now help me sneak this rocket launcher past the metal detector. We gotta load up on ammo..." Molly: "Oh for crying out loud Bill..." *scene ends with Molly rolling her eyes, facepalming.*