In the shadowy alley behind the community center, Molly and Bill huddled, their breaths misting in the chilly night air. The distant hum of a children's party echoed, a stark contrast to their hushed whispers. Molly, a petite woman with a mischievous glint in her eye, held a crumpled blueprint, while Bill, tall and lanky, fidgeted with a lock-picking kit. "Alright, Bill," Molly began, "we've got the layout. Presents are under the tree in the main hall. We slip in, grab the loot, and slip out." Bill swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing like a buoy. "What if we're caught? I don't do well with kids, Molly. They're... unpredictable." Molly chuckled, tucking the blueprint into her pocket. "We won't get caught. Besides, it's not like we're stealing from the kids. We're just... redistributing the wealth." Bill sighed, running a hand through his greasy hair. "I hope you're right, Molly. I really don't want to face a horde of sugar-fueled toddlers." Molly grinned, her teeth a flash of white in the darkness. "Relax, Bill. It's just a simple heist. What's the worst that could happen?"