Molly and Bill stood in the shadows, watching as children laughed and played, a multitude of colorful presents piled high in the corner. "This is a real whopper of an idea, Molly. Stealing from kids?" Bill whispered, his eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "Oh, hush. They won't even notice their presents are missing. We'll be in and out before they've finished the icing on their cupcakes," Molly replied, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Besides, we need to pay back the boss, and this is the perfect score." "I suppose," Bill said, still unsure. "But how do we do it? We can't just waltz in there." "We'll time it with the games. When they're all distracted, we slip in, grab the goods, and be gone before they've even found the hidden treasure in Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Donkey." "Right, and if we're quick, we can still make it to our niece's ballet recital," Bill added, checking his watch. "Exactly. Now, let's get into position. Remember, we only take the gifts, no pinching the cupcakes. I have my limits." Bill smiled, a mix of nerves and thrill-seeking anticipation. "Heist time, then?" "Heist time." With that, the two thieves prepared to execute their unusual, yet entertaining, plan.