"So, Molly, ya ready for the big score?" Bill asked, rubbing his hands together with a mischievous grin. Molly rolled her eyes. "Stealing presents from a bunch of snot-nosed kids? Really, Bill? That's low, even for us." "Ah, but that's where the beauty lies! Who'd suspect a pair of harmless, jolly thieves at a kiddie party?" "I dunno, Bill. Seems risky. What if we get caught? Do you really want to go down in history as the Grinch who stole Christmas?" Bill waved his hand dismissively. "Psh, like that green furball could hold a candle to us! Besides, we'll be in and out before anyone notices. Just think of all the loot – video games, dolls, RC cars. It'll be like hitting the jackpot at Toys 'R' Us!" Molly pondered for a moment, then a devious smile crept across her face. "Alright, you've twisted my arm. But if we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right. I'm talking full disguises – Santa suits, fake beards, the works." "Now you're talking!" Bill exclaimed, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "Operation Heist-mas is a go!"