Molly grinned at Bill, tapping a finger impatiently on the map. "Remember, we're only taking Zoe's mom's car, nothing else." Bill nodded, eyeing the alarm signs. "Relax, Molly. We're smooth operators." "Fine, but no face paint or gorilla masks for me," Molly huffed, blinking at the security cameras as if they were sunglasses. "Oh, come on," Bill chuckled. "This is kid stuff. We're just shifting a dream car onto your future." Ignoring him, Molly tweaked her gadget. "Security," she announced. "We'll have an alibi. Go." Bill sneaked behind a stack of cardboard paper makers, imitating a wobble with his foot. "Don't start a party," he warned, stretching his chuckle. "Party's not my idea of normal," Molly teased back. "But you could always hide in the gift wrappings." As they planned the heist, the two con artists crafted noiseless gadgets and intertwined laughter with their strategies. They would be naughty for a tale as happy as the unexpected holiday.