Molly sat across from Bill in a dark, crowded coffee shop. The smell of java and cinnamon filled the air, but all Molly could focus on was the plan at hand. "So, you really think we can pull this off?" She asked, her eyes darting around nervously. Bill shrugged nonchalantly as he took another sip of his latte. "Hey, it's a children's party. Who's going to stop us?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're not afraid of a room full of screaming kids, are you?" "I've been in tougher situations," Bill protested, trying to sound tough. "Besides, we're not stealing from the kids. We're stealing from their parents." Molly couldn't help but grin at his logic. "Okay, Mr. Smooth Criminal. Let's hear the details." Bill pulled out a crinkled piece of notebook paper from his pocket and unfolded it with a flourish. "The party is being held at the Richman Mansion on Park Avenue. The host's name is Mrs. Claus—how meta is that?—and according to my sources, she'll be spending most of her time with the guests, leaving the presents unattended." "And we just walk in and grab them?" Molly asked, skeptical. "Well, it's not going to be easy," Bill admitted. "There'll be plenty of distractions, but we've got this. Remember—practice makes perfect." Molly groaned. "We're the only ones who need to practice. Everyone else is just doing their jobs."