In the dimly lit back alley, Molly, a petite woman with a mischievous grin, and Bill, a lanky man with a nervous tic, huddled over a crumpled blueprint. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of stale pizza from a nearby dumpster. "Alright, Bill," Molly began, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We've got a three-layer chocolate cake as a distraction, a clown costume for you, and a giant gift box for me. This should be a piece of cake... no pun intended." Bill adjusted his glasses, his brows furrowed in concern. "But Molly, these are children. I mean, sure, I've stolen from banks, museums, even the occasional circus, but this?" Molly chuckled, patting his shoulder reassuringly. "Relax, Bill. We're not stealing from the kids. We're just... borrowing the presents. They'll get them back eventually." "Eventually?" Bill echoed, skepticism dripping from his voice. Molly winked, her grin widening. "Well, after we've had a little fun with them. Imagine the look on their faces when they open a box expecting a toy and find a cabbage instead. It's priceless!" Bill sighed, resignation etched on his face. "You have a strange sense of humor, Molly. But, as usual, I'm in."