"Okay, Bill, this is the plan. We're gonna hit the kiddies' party down the road. The parents will be too distracted to notice until it's too late," Molly said as she drew a blue box with a red ribbon on a grid landscape. Bill frowned and squinted at the sketch. He curled his moustache using his third finger and thumb, making a "Danguard-finger!" sound, which made Molly chuckle. "You got a visual, Bill? This box, it's full of priceless toys, and we ain't stealing one. We're taking them all! We're gonna be the talk of the criminal world, mate!" "Molly, Molly, come on. You're speaking piping. You know, my mum told me once, life doesn't come with a cheat codes. I need to be able to see what we're robbing." Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine. But just don't mention your mum again. She’s killed the moment. It's supposed to be exciting; forgetting whose house we're robbing!" She snapped the blue box again. "Why can't we just take the diamond necklace Betty's wearing? Surely less people would notice?" Bill suggested quietly. "The necklace's too heavy for the sleigh. Besides, I can't stand the thought of old Mrs. Smiths' only prized possession rubbing her neck the whole party. It just seems sad. Let's steal the joy of toys!" Molly replied with a naughty gleam in her eye. Bill let out an exaggerated sigh, a sign he was giving into Molly's seductive thrill of the heist.