Molly and Bill sat across from each other at a small table in a seedy motel room. The room was dimly lit by a single light bulb that cast a yellow glow over the tabletop, where a small map of the local children's party venue lay spread out. "Alright, Bill," Molly said, "you tell me again why this is a good idea?" Bill leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Think about it, Molly. All the presents under the tree, unguarded, just waiting for the taking. No security, no cameras. It's a heist tailor-made for us." "But what about the parents?" Molly asked. "What if we get caught?" Bill shrugged. "We'll be in and out before they even realize we're there. And if we're lucky, they'll chalk it up to a case of bad elves or something like that." Molly shook her head. "I don't know, Bill. Stealing from kids just doesn't sit right with me." Bill let out a scoff. "Oh, come on, Molly. It's not like we're robbing banks or stealing from the rich. And besides, think of the presents we can bring home for our own kids. Who wouldn't want that?" Molly sighed, running a hand through her curly red hair. "I don't know, Bill. It just feels wrong, that's all." Bill leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Think of it this way, Molly. If we're caught, we can always blame it on a rogue reindeer or something. No one would really believe us, right?" Molly let out a frustrated groan. "You know what, Bill? You win. Let's do it." Bill grinned, rising from the table. "That's the spirit, Molly! We'll pull off the heist of the century and leave those parents scratching their heads. It'll be a children's gift-giving nightmare they'll never forget. Now, grab your wig, we've got work to do."