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Molly: “Okay, Bill, say it like you mean it. We’re stealing presents from a children’s party.” Bill: “We are not ‘stealing,’ Molly. We’re… redecorating their holiday inventory with our superior taste.” Molly: “Your face is not superior taste. It’s panic with a mustache.” Bill: “It’s a very professional mustache. It intimidates locks.” Molly: “Locks aren’t intimidated by anything except decent manners and properly labeled screws.” Bill: “Manners are for people who don’t break into houses filled with bubble machines.” Molly: “Bubble machines scream ‘security risk.’ Look, we wear the disguises.” Bill: “I’m wearing the disguise. I’m dressed as a giant teddy bear.” Molly: “You are dressed as a criminal who found a blanket and gave up halfway.” Bill: “It’s a teddy bear costume. It’s fluffy. It says, ‘I’m harmless.’” Molly: “Your eyes say, ‘I’ve stolen three parking signs and a box of cables.’” Bill: “That was one time.” Molly: “It was three times. We counted. I counted.” Bill: “Fine. But tonight we just take presents. Big, bright, expensive presents. No property damage. No sprinklers. No—” Molly: “No crimes, got it. We’re just… invited guests.” Bill: “Exactly. We bring ourselves as tribute.” Molly: “Tribute? Bill, we’re two adults in teddy pajamas planning to mug a birthday party.” Bill: “Not mug. Negotiate. We politely ask for gifts and then we calmly leave.” Molly: “Polite asking is still asking. And the children are going to ask back.” Bill: “We will charm them.” Molly: “Charming children is not your skill set.” Bill: “My skill set is improvisation. Watch.” Molly: “No.” Bill: “Hello, small humans. Would you like to trade your… presents… for my sparkling personality?” Molly: “That sounded like you licked a battery.” Bill: “It’s motivational. Listen, Molly, I have a plan.” Molly: “Your plans always start with ‘I have a plan’ and end with ‘why is there a clown in my way?’” Bill: “This plan has steps. Step one: approach the side door.” Molly: “Step two: don’t step on the squeaky board.” Bill: “Step three: pretend we belong.” Molly: “Step four: do not pretend you belong. You have never once belonged anywhere.” Bill: “I belonged in a submarine once.” Molly: “You were lost.” Bill: “The submarine was in a showroom. I belonged to the idea of it.” Molly: “Okay, your idea can belong to a museum. What’s the actual step five?” Bill: “Step five: I distract the parent guarding the gift table.” Molly: “Distract them how?” Bill: “With… snacks.” Molly: “You brought snacks?” Bill: “I always bring snacks. Snacks are universally disarming.” Molly: “Snacks are universally sticky. You will get fingerprints on everything.” Bill: “That’s why we wear gloves.” Molly: “You don’t even wear gloves.” Bill: “I’m wearing them now.” Molly: “They’re socks.” Bill: “Close enough. The important part is the thought.” Molly: “The thought is wrong.” Bill: “All right, my distraction sock situation stands. Meanwhile, you—” Molly: “Me?” Bill: “—you grab the presents.” Molly: “Of course I grab the presents. I’m the professional.” Bill: “You’re the professional who once tripped on a power cord and called it a ‘warm-up drill.’” Molly: “It was a warm-up drill. I’m thorough.” Bill: “Thoroughly clumsy.” Molly: “Bill, the point is, we do it fast. Quiet. Like ninjas.” Bill: “Ninjas don’t wear teddy bear costumes.” Molly: “Ninjas with branding.” Bill: “I’m the ninja-branded teddy bear.” Molly: “You’re a walking question mark.” Bill: “I answer questions with snacks.” Molly: “Stop talking like a fortune cookie.” Bill: “Fine. Focus. The gift table is under the banner that says ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILLY!’” Molly: “You read the banner?” Bill: “I can read. Unlike you.” Molly: “Unlike me? I can read!” Bill: “Name one letter.” Molly: “B.” Bill: “That’s not a letter. That’s your hiding spot when you hear footsteps.” Molly: “It’s a strategic pause.” Bill: “Whatever. We’re in. We take the presents. We leave. No one notices.” Molly: “Everyone will notice. Children notice everything.” Bill: “Not if we look like… innocent plush creatures.” Molly: “You’re not innocent. You look like you’ve been plotting since 2009.” Bill: “I was a teenager. Everyone plots.” Molly: “Teenagers plot. You plot with spreadsheets.” Bill: “I enjoy organization.” Molly: “You enjoy stealing. That’s the same thing, just with better handwriting.” Bill: “Thanks?” Molly: “It’s an insult. Now listen. Once we’re inside, you keep watch near the door.” Bill: “And you’re going to do what?” Molly: “I’m going to locate the biggest presents.” Bill: “How big?” Molly: “Big enough to look like a dinosaur grew a shopping cart.” Bill: “That’s oddly specific.” Molly: “It’s accurate. Kids don’t wrap neatly unless they’re excited or their parents are.” Bill: “So we take the neatly wrapped ones.” Molly: “No. We take the ones with the heaviest bows. The ones that make you go ‘oh wow’ before your brain can stop you.” Bill: “Like treasure, but with wrapping paper.” Molly: “Treasure with glitter. Which is the worst kind.” Bill: “We’ll wipe our footprints.” Molly: “You can’t wipe footprints on carpet.” Bill: “You can if you commit hard enough to the lie.” Molly: “Bill.” Bill: “What?” Molly: “If you say ‘commit hard enough’ again, I’m turning us in for having terrible speech habits.” Bill: “Okay. Then I’ll say, ‘move with stealth and dignity.’” Molly: “Perfect. Now be stealthy and dignified.” Bill: “Dignified teddy bears don’t run.” Molly: “Good. Then don’t run.” Bill: “I won’t. I’ll only… briskly trot.” Molly: “That’s running.” Bill: “It’s a trot-walk. Like a fancy penguin.” Molly: “Bill, please be a normal thief.” Bill: “I am normal. I’m extremely normal. I once stole a bike rack.” Molly: “That’s not normal.” Bill: “It was for a good reason.” Molly: “You were bored.” Bill: “Boredom is a reason.” Molly: “Not for bike racks.” Bill: “Okay, okay. We’re going in. You ready?” Molly: “I’m ready.” Bill: “Smile.” Molly: “I’m not smiling. I’m imagining the sound of their disappointment.” Bill: “No disappointment. They won’t know.” Molly: “They’ll know. The kids will ask where the presents went.” Bill: “We’ll say a mysterious gift thief visited.” Molly: “A mysterious gift thief with socks for gloves?” Bill: “The socks are a theme.” Molly: “The theme is ‘idiots in a hurry.’” Bill: “Hush. Door.” Molly: “Okay. If anyone sees us—” Bill: “We compliment the decor.” Molly: “We do not compliment the decor. We steal it emotionally.” Bill: “I can’t steal emotions.” Molly: “That’s what you do best.” Bill: “Then—go!”