Molly sat across from Bill at the small table, her ruby red lips pursed as she gazed upon the typed-up plan that lay between them. "So... this children's party at the local community center? Seems like an easy target." Bill, his debonair grin widening, nodded emphatically. "Exactly, my dear. All we have to do is sneak in, grab all the presents, and skedaddle before anyone notices. It's flawless." "What about security?" Molly asked, her eyes narrowing. "Are you sure there won't be any alarms or guards to contend with?" "No worries, darling," Bill soothed. "I've done my research. The party will be filled with parents, kids, and maybe a few elves here and there. We'll blend right in." Molly tapped her manicured fingers on the table. "And the presents? They won't be locked up or anything?" "Nope," Bill laughed. "These aren't important enough occasions to warrant any fancy security measures. Plus," he winked, "who wouldn't want to leave their present bag unattended during a wild game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey?" Molly couldn't help but laugh along with him. "You really think we can pull this off?" "With ease," Bill assured her. "Now all we need is a good disguise."