Molly slinked into the dimly lit room, the shadows playing tricks on her eyes. She spotted Bill's silhouette by the corridor, waiting with a map. They were going to pull off the hottest heist yet—stealing all the presents from the mayor's grandchildren's party. "Remember," Mollie stressed, tapping her finger on the map, "we rendezvous here, thirty minutes after the third song. Plan B, I'll text it to you." Bill nodded, his eyes scanning the area. "It's a kid's paradise. Everyone's distracted, apart from us." "Exactly," Mollie giggled. "We'll walk in there like we've gone to the wrong party. Joey will be raving about his new action figure while his friends celebrate." "And use his boasting as an alibi. We’ll need every minute we can get. Lay out our routes, will you?" Bill opened the map to reveal scribbled details. "First, you infiltrate the kitchen and disable the cameras. Then, I'll be on the first floor sneaking up on the parents' room and the main presents. We sync back here once I’m through." "Here's the cheeky thing," Mollie leaned in. "Get a ladder through the bedroom window and a dart gun to snag the mom’s jewelry box." "Cheeky as a beaver with a sugar rush," Bill retorted. "Do you trust my aim?" "With you and a blindfold, Bill. Plus, we've got the blindfold head around!" "Good thinking," he clapped Mollie on her back. "Now, to the staff, imagine them as honey sauce—sweet and helpless. Think of it as getting a grand buffet without telling Mom." Molly punched him playfully. "You're a sucker for a witty theme!" "It makes breaking the law more... merry?" Bill asked, finding Mollie's razored humor charming. "As a red hairband can warn a toupee of a potential Houdini," Mollie countered, a wide grin spreading across her face. "We’ll be the party's ecstasy, a fluid dance with stealplay," Bill flexed his fingers, his eyes sparkling with mischief. They shared a glance full of gratitude and a twinge of excitement. If their little heist was going to be a masterpiece, they knew Mollie and Bill would be in the pink of spirit, toasting a successful getaway—to apple pie and clean record scores, of course, just between the two of them. Their adrenaline-fueled plot spun into an elaborate masterpiece, their banter as crisp as the masks they planned to wear. Their heist would be unheard of, a blue-blooded crime scene with playful heel-dragging. Tomorrow, they'd swan-dive into legend, thieves notorious for their wonderfully knotty exploits, and maybe, just maybe, they'd walk away with laughs woven into their fingers, the festival of luminaries a footnote in their story of capers delightfully remembered.