In the dimly lit alley behind the community center, Molly and Bill huddled together, their breath visible in the chilly night air. The distant hum of a children's party echoed through the brick walls, a stark contrast to their whispered conversation. Molly, a petite woman with a mischievous glint in her eye, held a crumpled blueprint of the center. "Alright, Bill, here's the layout. The party's in the main hall, presents are under the tree in the corner. Security's a joke - one guard, no cameras." Bill, tall and lanky, rubbed his hands together, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "And our little... distraction?" Molly grinned, pulling out a small, colorful piñata from her bag. "Meet our ticket in. Filled with sleeping pills, courtesy of my friend, the pharmacist." Bill chuckled, "Clever. So, we sneak in, drug the guard, grab the presents, and vanish?" Molly nodded, "Exactly. Timing's crucial. We need to be in and out before anyone notices." Bill checked his watch, "Party's been going for an hour. Let's give it another thirty, then make our move." Molly agreed, "Sounds like a plan. In the meantime, let's warm up. I don't want frostbite to ruin my thieving hands." They started to jog in place, their laughter echoing softly in the alley. Despite the cold, their spirits were warm with the thrill of the impending heist. They were, after all, the original Grinches, stealing not Christmas, but the joy of it from the greedy little hands of the privileged. And they wouldn't have it any other way.