"I'm telling you, Bill, this is going to be the easiest score of our lives. A room full of sugar-high five-year-olds and distracted parents. We can make off with a small fortune in toys." "Easy, maybe. But have you considered the logistics? We can't just walk in there with ski masks and nylons. We have to blend in." "Well, that's what the outfits are for." Molly held up a bright pink wig and a tiara. Bill raised an eyebrow. "You can't be serious." "Of course I'm serious. I've been planning this for weeks. We'll go as Princesses Sparkles and Glitter." "Sparkles and Glitter? That's disgusting." "It's perfect. Who's going to suspect two princesses of stealing all the presents?" "I don't know, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to get arrested for wearing that wig." "Oh, come on. It's not that bad. And think of all the potential for improvisation. We can make the kids dance for us before we take off with their loot." "You're crazy, Molly." "Genius, Bill. Pure genius."