In the shadowy 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 floated through the closed door, a stark contrast to their hushed whispers. Molly, a petite woman with a mischievous glint in her eye, held up a small, intricate device. "This little beauty will disable the security system in three... two... one..." She pressed a button, and a soft beep echoed through the alley. Bill, a lanky man with a nervous tic, looked around anxiously. "You sure about this, Mol? I mean, it's a kids' party. We're basically stealing from Santa." Molly rolled her eyes. "It's not like we're taking their lollipops, Bill. We're just... redistributing the presents. Think of it as a tax for the 1%." Bill sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. "I just hope we're not going to hell for this." Molly grinned, her teeth a flash of white in the darkness. "Nah, we'll be fine. Besides, we'll leave some presents behind. A little something for the kids to remember us by." She pushed open the door, revealing a dimly lit hallway. The sound of laughter and music grew louder. Bill hesitated, then followed her in, his heart pounding in his chest. Molly turned to him, her eyes serious. "Remember, we're in and out. No funny business. We grab the presents, leave a few behind, and vanish like smoke." Bill nodded, trying to look more confident than he felt. "Right. In and out. Easy peasy." Molly smirked. "You know, for a guy who's been in this business as long as you have, you sure do worry a lot." Bill shrugged. "Well, you know what they say. Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere." Molly laughed, a soft, melodic sound that belied their nefarious purpose. "Alright, let's get this show on the road." They slipped into the party, blending seamlessly with the crowd. Molly's eyes scanned the room, zeroing in on the mountain of presents in the corner. Bill, meanwhile, kept his eyes peeled for any potential complications. As they made their way towards the presents, a small girl with pigtails and a gap-toothed grin ran up to them. "Are you Santa's helpers?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder. Molly crouched down, her voice soft and warm. "Why, yes we are, sweetheart. And we've come to make sure all the presents are just right." The girl beamed, then skipped away, leaving Molly and Bill to their task. As they loaded the presents into their bags, Bill couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. But one look at Molly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and he knew they were in for one hell of a night.