Molly and Bill sat in a dark alleyway, looking over their plans one last time. They both wore oversized raincoats and held umbrellas to keep their faces hidden from any prying eyes. "So, we're really gonna do this?" Molly asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Absolutely," Bill replied confidently. "But remember, we're not stealing from the kids. We're taking from the parents who can afford to buy those fancy presents." "True," Molly mused, "but what about Santa? Won't he be mad at us?" Bill rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about Santa. He's just a myth anyway. And even if he existed, he'd understand we're just trying to make a living." The two thieves laughed, high-fiving each other. Suddenly, a car pulled up beside them, and an elderly woman with a bucket hat and a shopping bag full of candy canes got out. "Excuse me, children," she said with a soft smile, "but I couldn't help but overhear your plans. You know, my father was a burglar when he was younger. He told me never to steal from the little ones. It's their time to be happy and believe in magic." Bill and Molly exchanged glances, realizing she was right. They couldn't rob these kids of their joy. "You're right, ma'am," Bill said, digging into his pocket. He pulled out a wad of bills and handed them to her. "Here, take this as a token of our gratitude. And please, enjoy your candy canes." The old woman's eyes filled with tears. "Bless you, children," she said, gently placing the cash in her shopping bag. "Maybe there's still hope for the world yet." With that, she got back in her car and drove off, leaving Molly and Bill staring after her, feeling somewhat ashamed of their previous plans. "Well," Molly sighed, "I guess we'll have to find another job."