"Alright, Bill, this is the moment we've been waiting for," Molly whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You mean the moment we steal presents from a bunch of kids?" Bill scratched his head. "Seems a bit low, even for us." "Low? Please, it's brilliant!" Molly scoffed. "Think about it – a room full of unsuspecting parents, too busy stuffing their faces with cake to notice us swiping the loot." "I don't know, Molly," Bill said, shifting uneasily. "Stealing from kids just feels wrong, you know?" "Oh, don't be such a softie," Molly chided. "It's not like we're taking their toys or anything. Just the presents their parents bought them." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And how is that any better?" "Because, my dear Billy Boy, those presents are probably just a bunch of boring socks and sweaters anyway," Molly explained, waving her hand dismissively. "We'd be doing those kids a favor by stealing them." "A favor?" Bill repeated incredulously. "Of course!" Molly nodded enthusiastically. "Just think of the disappointment on their little faces when they open up those lame gifts. We'd be saving them from a childhood of dashed hopes and dreams." Bill stared at her for a moment, his expression a mix of bewilderment and amusement. "You know, sometimes I can't tell if you're joking or not." Molly flashed him a wicked grin. "That's what makes me so good at this game, darling." "Alright, alright," Bill conceded with a chuckle. "So, how do you propose we pull this off?" "Simple," Molly said, rubbing her hands together. "You'll create a distraction while I slip in and nab the goods." "And how exactly am I supposed to distract a bunch of sugar-fueled kids and their parents?" "I don't know, juggle or something," Molly replied with a shrug. "You're the entertainer in this partnership, remember?" Bill sighed heavily. "Fine, but if any of those kids start crying, I'm blaming you." "Deal," Molly agreed, holding out her hand. "Now, let's go make some dreams come true." Bill shook his head but clasped her hand nonetheless, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "You're lucky I love you, you know that?" "Of course I do, darling," Molly purred, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "Now, let's go get our loot!"