Molly leaned closer to Bill, her piercing green eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. "So, tell me some about this grand heist of ours, Bill." She craned her neck, trying to glimpse the mess of gift-wrapped parcels weighing heavily on the table. Bill, wary of being overheard, leaned in closer. "We're gonna slide in through the back door, climb over the fence, and use this here crowbar to pry open the stage door." He held up a massive rusty-looking tool as evidence. "Find the gifted table, we'll slide open some mall-gifts without the yurn of a weeper in the room, then pack 'em up sharpish and get out before anyone knows what hit 'em." Molly frowned, chewing on her lip. "And the kids? We can't just ignore them while we're stealing their presents, you know?" Bill frowned back. “There’s no such thing as permanency, Molly. We're gonna use those Yo-Yo's, and we've got some sneezing powder. We'll create a scramble, steal the presents under a blanket of sneezes, and get rosy i' the chaos.” “The sneezing powder, that’s quite…violation on sensible liberties, isn’t it?” Molly asked taciturnly. "Well, stealth isn't limited to silence. It also includes the brilliance of manipulation, right? And we aren't doing anything worse than a magician does." "You said it right, Bill. In creating and maintaining such chaos, we," Molly grabbed the crowbar from the table with a flourish, "step into anarchy, leaving a memorable, or should I say unforgettable, experience."