Molly and Bill pored over a detailed floorplan of the sprawling mansion. Molly: "Alright, Bill. This party's happening tonight. How do we get in?" Bill: "Simple. I'll sneak out of the kitchen window. The caterers are packed in there like sardines anyway." Molly: "And then?" Bill: "Then I'll make my way to the nursery. Ruin the day for some bratty kid." Molly: "That seems a bit harsh, don't you think? We're thieves, not joy-stealers." Bill: "Look, all I see are presents. Dolls, trucks, gadgets. A dollar sign on any of it." Molly: "I see something else: parents who have no idea what a disappointment their lives are. What the fuck." Bill: "You, Molly, have issues." Molly: "Got any angles on alarms?" Bill: "They've gone all out. G4 monitoring, thermal sensors. It's a fire pit." Molly: "Then I suppose I'll have to go old school." Bill: "You working any magic putty this time?" Molly: "Definitely the magic putty. I'm aging out of this line of work." Bill: "You really expect a smooth getaway with you carrying a bundle full of teddy bears?" Molly: "Do you have any better ideas, or are you just here to complain?" Bill: "...Just making sure we're all on the same page. I'll start in the kitchen."