"Hey, Molly," Bill whispered, leaning against the alleyway wall. "You ready for this gig?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Of course I'm ready. I was born ready for this kind of thing." "Stealing presents from a bunch of kids, though?" Bill scratched his head. "Isn't that a little low, even for us?" "Low?" Molly scoffed. "It's a goldmine, Bill! Those little rugrats get showered with the latest toys and gadgets. We're talking top-of-the-line loot here." "I don't know, Molly. It just feels wrong, you know?" "Oh, come on. It's not like we're stealing from the kids directly. We're just... redistributing their gifts to more appreciative recipients. Like us." Bill shrugged. "If you say so. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." "Relax, would you? We've got this in the bag. Just follow my lead, and we'll be in and out before anyone even realizes the presents are gone." "Alright, alright. But if we end up on the naughty list, I'm never listening to your crazy schemes again." Molly grinned. "That's the spirit! Now, let's go crash that party and make off with some serious loot!"