Molly leaned back in her chair, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Alright, Bill, let's talk logistics. We're hitting the Johnson's annual Christmas bash, right?" Bill nodded, his fingers drumming on the table. "Yeah, it's perfect. A bunch of rich parents, a mountain of presents, and zero security." Molly smirked. "Except for the bouncer at the door, but I've got that covered. What's the plan for getting in?" Bill grinned. "Simple. I'll be Santa's helper. You know, the one who hands out the presents." Molly laughed. "You? A helper elf? That's rich." Bill shrugged. "Hey, it's not like they're checking IDs. And once I'm in, I can scope out the best loot." Molly tapped her chin. "And I'll be the magician's assistant. Disappear into thin air, make the presents vanish. Classic." Bill chuckled. "You sure you can pull off the magic act?" Molly winked. "Please, I've been practicing my disappearing act for years." Bill leaned in, his voice lowering. "Okay, so we're in. But how do we get the presents out?" Molly's eyes gleamed. "We'll use the old switcheroo. I'll have a few 'magic tricks' ready. When the kids are distracted, we swap the real presents for the fake ones." Bill nodded. "And the real ones?" Molly smiled. "In the magician's trunk. We drive away, and boom, we're rich." Bill raised an eyebrow. "What if someone catches on?" Molly shrugged. "Then we play the part. 'Oh, it must be part of the act!' We stick to the script, and no one's the wiser." Bill leaned back, a grin spreading across his face. "You really think we can pull this off?" Molly leaned forward, her voice confident. "Bill, we've pulled off crazier. This is child's play." Bill laughed. "Alright, Molly. Let's make some magic happen." Molly stood up, stretching her arms. "One more thing. We need a code word. Just in case things go south." Bill nodded. "Good idea. How about 'Abracadabra'?" Molly chuckled. "Perfect. Abracadabra it is." Bill stood up, clapping his hands. "Alright, let's get to work. We've got a party to crash and presents to steal." Molly grabbed her bag, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's make this the best Christmas heist ever." Bill followed her out the door, a spring in his step. "After this, we'll be the talk of the town." Molly laughed, her voice echoing down the hallway. "And the richest thieves in town." Bill grinned, his mind already racing with the possibilities. "Merry Christmas, Molly. Merry Christmas."