Molly and Bill crouch behind a row of wrapped gifts under the party table. Tiny disco lights reflect off the tinsel. Molly: "Okay, Bill, you memorized the guest list?" Bill: "Memorized? I practically live inside it. Three five-year-olds, two seven-year-olds." Molly: "And the hamster with the sugar craving?" Bill: "The hamster’s off-limits. Our target is the red box with the train set." Molly: "Right. Operation Gift Grab launches in five seconds. Ready your grappling hook." Bill: "Grappling hook? For a six-inch drop? You almost took out Mrs. Jensen’s begonias last week." Molly: "Begonias can be lucrative. Tonight we trade blooms for stuffed unicorns." Bill: "Unicorns don’t sell themselves if kids spot us. Quiet or plan B: fake Santa." Molly: "Fake Santa? You still have the belly pad?" Bill: "Right here. But don’t laugh; it survived three mall seasons." Molly: "Also snag the glitter bombs hidden behind the piñata." Bill: "Glitter bombs are a nightmare to clean. I’ll trust you." Molly: "Nightmare? I call it dramatic ambiance for a heist." Bill: "By the time they notice, we’ll be in Nebraska." Molly: "Okay, on three. One." Bill: "Two." Molly: "Three. Move!" Bill: "And try not to wake Mr. Carson’s snoring cat."