Molly sat on the floor of their dingy apartment, surrounded by yellow legal pads full of notes and diagrams. It was clear that she took her job as the mastermind of the heist very seriously. She looked up at Bill, who was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. "So, you think we can pull this off?" she asked. Bill shrugged. "I dunno, Mo. It seems like a lot of work for some kiddie toys and games." Molly rolled her eyes. "It's not just about the presents, Bill. It's about the challenge. Plus, we'll make a killing on the black market." "Fine, but what if we get caught?" Molly smirked. "We won't. And even if we do, it's not like we'll be the ones holding the bag—literally." Bill chuckled softly. "Okay, okay. I'm in. But just so we're clear, you're still the one who has to talk to the parents about their missing gifts." Molly nodded. "Don't worry, I'll figure something out." They spent the rest of the afternoon going over their plan in meticulous detail. They knew the layout of the house thanks to their inside source—a caterer named Martha who had agreed to let them use her employee entrance to sneak in unnoticed. Once inside, they would split up; Molly would distract the adults while Bill made his way to the gift pile and loaded it into their getaway van, which Martha was also kind enough to provide for them. As the sun started to set, they headed over to the mansion where the party was being held. Molly, dressed in a sparkly red dress that hugged her curvy figure, walked confidently up to the door and introduced herself as Martha's friend. The butler, who was used to seeing the catering staff arrive in droves, waved her inside without question. Molly made her way through the crowded living room, chatting with the guests and accepting small plates of hors d'oeuvres. Meanwhile, Bill had snuck in through the employee entrance and was already halfway to the gift pile. "Excuse me, could you help me find the little girl's room?" Molly asked a man standing by the fireplace. He nodded and pointed her towards a set of ornate double doors. Once she was out of sight, he discreetly pulled out his cell phone and began filming her progress. Little did he know that he was about to become a star on YouTube. Molly made a show of struggling with the door before finally managing to push it open. She took a deep breath, composing herself, and then made a beeline for the gift pile. Just as she was about to make her move, she heard footsteps approaching. "Oh hi, I didn't see you there," she said, trying to act casual as she turned around. To her surprise, it was Santa Claus himself, complete with a long white beard and twinkling eyes. "And who might you be, dear? I didn't see you on my list," he said, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.