Bill winked at Molly, the both of them plopped down on the park bench, an inconspicuous vantage point overlooking Sally's annual "Superheroes and Princesses Extravaganza." "Tis' the season," Bill whispered, adjusting his Robin Hood cap. Molly, sans disguise, replied with a chuckle, "Yes, but unlike Robin, we're out to steal gifts, not give back to the poor." Bill, puffing his chest out in false pride, said, "Alas, I had such grand aspirations." Molly rolled her eyes. "Here's the plan," she started, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. "We zero in after the candle blowing – cake's been done, the music's volume is dropping. Perfect for our grand entrance." "Like a rabbit hole into Neverland..." Bill murmured, the thought both thrilling and absurd. She continued, uninterested in Bill's whimsy, "Exactly, toe-to-toe with the toy pony, make a friendly joke, then glance around nonchalantly. Our badges of honor, Mr. and Mrs. Molest-the-Party." "A funny bone? We don't have bones?" Bill quipped, horrified. Molly's stoic gaze met his, "Model it well, Bill. With gullible party-goers and an overwhelmed host, we're in our element." Bill’s excitement over his imminent kleptocratic adventure waned as he asked, "What if someone spots us? The children sure have keen eyes." "Diversion. Simple diversion," Molly replied confidently. "We plant a whoopee cushion on Aunt Matilda. There's no better distraction than family dishonor." "Such delight in destruction. Heroic," Bill muttered, growing more unnerved with the plan. "You're forgetting our redemption, Bill. We'll donate the goods, right back to charity," Molly assured, the bell of altruism in her words echoing his hesitation. Bill stared at the paper. "And if they catch us, they'll..." He paused, his face turned pale. "They'll admire our audacity, Bill," she retorted, the twinkle in her eye never wavering. "Or, we'll share a cozy night in holding out for the right time to reveal our... generosity." Bill sighed deeply then, joining in Molly’s conviction. "Couldn't have pulled it off without you, partner in crime. Let's save Christmas!" "It's Halloween, Bill," Molly corrected, "But you're correct. Let's work magic tonight."